I remember kissing you in my driveway to the sounds of the freeway and traffic

I was your first, you were my fourth

And that should have been a sign

But I called i a surprise when you broke it off claiming that God said i didn't kiss well enough for you

I remember thinking

That's fine

You were a little too old for me anyway

I'm no holy person and my grandmother taught me

That god would bless all those with the purest of lips

And I'm no expert, but when black touches white it's usually stained

So I'm sorry to say that the kisses we shared were tainted and you're not as holy as you think

But now you havea girl who prays to you on her knees more than I ever did

And I'm happy for you

Because "God" told my mother who told me that your mother and father walked in while you two were

One with the spirit

And I've got to say that's pretty damn hilarious