It’s all in my head
I can’t get to sleep
And the weight of the world
Is the weight of my sheets

Here’s the great thing about my church:
You can keep your religion ‘cause my church is for those of us who grew up wishing we believed in an afterlife
My church has 3 stomachs because our fear is hard to swallow
But love always has room
My church has a love bladder and always asks to go to the bathroom

‘Cause my church makes you scared.
I’m talkin’ like waves of fear.
Like you’re lying awake at night,
And you pull the blankets up to your neck,
And your covers are like a tsunami of fear,
And you start hyperventilating.
Thinking about how you’re getting older way faster than your dreams are getting accomplished,
About how skinny your arms are,
About how fat your tummy is,
About how much it’s going to suck to eventually lose the power to think about all the cool stuff we do at our church.
Don’t fall asleep yet,
Contrary to popular belief, that’s not where dreams get accomplished.
The body of Christ is your body.
The body of Buddha be your body.
Your body be usable.
Your body be suitable.
Your body beautiful.
You don’t need anything different.
Keep your broken cell phones.
Don’t delete your text messages.
You might read those stupid,
Badly spelled rants over on a Sunday morning with the pounding headache,
And have a religious experience.