Judas to My Jesus

I told my love my brilliance was about to bubble over She's seen me fat before like a goat out in the clover She may be my strangest and by far my smartest lover She knows when to hang around and when to run for cover I'm the thirsty mob, I'm the rooster and I'm Peter She's rolling out red carpet just in case I ever need her I'm drowning in the deep end, she's floating in the shallows She's picking pretty daisies near my feet beneath the gallows I'm fighting revolutions in the leech-infested mud She's painting pretty roses just as crimson as my blood She doesn't try to change me, I'm the Judas to my Jesus She rolls the stone away and comes back to collect The pieces Sometimes I fly, sometimes I die Spend my whole lifetime wonderin' why She loves me when I laugh And when I cry Sometimes I die, sometimes I fly I'm never quite contented, I never have repented If I ever said I'm sorry I never really meant it She's seen my eyes burn hot, she's seen my mind run cold She knows that I am capable of spinning straw to gold I'm generous at times, at others I am needy I'll turn and walk away at the moment you most need me I'm confident and humble, mysterious and true I'll discontinue contact at the moment I need you She's seen me in my eggshell build an ever-higher wall Heard me laugh out loud at the landing as I fall I'm hostile to my saviors, the Judas to my Jesus She shoos away the king's men and comes back to collect The pieces Sometimes I fly, sometimes I die Spend my whole lifetime wonderin' why She loves me when I laugh And when I cry Sometimes I die, sometimes I fly She complements the patterns on my wrist while I am carving She licks the sugar candy from her lips while I am starving She disregards the danger, overlooks the hostile Hanging on the cross I see myself as the apostle I doubt things that are proven, I believe in things unseen I mutter holy words that to others seem obscene She nuzzles as I struggle with my greatest inner rival She stretches up to kiss me as she tiptoes on the Bible She says she reads about me in the words beyond its cover As she searches for the verses about the strangest lover I go through page by page and tear the Judas from the Jesus She finds me thrown away and comes back to collect The pieces Sometimes I fly, sometimes I die Spend my whole lifetime wonderin' why She loves me when I laugh And when I cry Sometimes I die, sometimes I fly She doesn't try to change me, I'm the Judas to my Jesus She rolls the stone away and comes back to collect The pieces