Him, Hymn

He likes the color red

And he makes me cry when I think about him

'Cause he has what I'll never have

'Cause he is content

He wears a big smile on his face

And he makes me wish I could be something great

But greatness feels so far away

Still he is content

I used to wear a suit of armor

But all it did was make me ache

And now I'm vulnerable and I have had enough

Of being someone I'm not

Being someone I'm not

Now Sundays still feel like a sin

If I stop for too long all the worries rush in

He loves who he loves and I think

That he must be content

Our kiss is a slap to the face

Of my teenage self who's still shying away

But greatness feels closer today

I am nearly content

I used to wear a suit of armor

But all it did was make me ache

And now I'm vulnerable and I have had enough

Of being someone I'm not

Being someone I'm not

So if he likes the color red

And if he makes me cry when I think about him

Then he has what I will never have

'Cause he is content