Me and Judas down on 6th and Lowry outside a café when the moonlight fell
It cast itself down, pouring out on the city, what a pity when something so beautiful wastes itself
I took a pull from my wood pipe as the taxicabs drove by full of college age women in drag
Yeah, they're all wearing costumes and they all look like children and they're blowing us kisses as they pass
I wondered what in the hell in this world could compel
Any creature to smile on a pair like we were
He had short, neat curls that were shadow black
And I was fumblin' around with the weather app
Wondering if he could ever love me back
Sometimes these things are hit or miss
With the perfume trails lingering behind
I caught an urge and the nerve to take his hand in mine
And if it didn't rain at the perfect time
It's probable we wouldn't have kissed
In the Northeast Minneapolis Arts District
He whispered, "I'm not the kind to lie about leaving," with me clinging so tight to his chest
In a notebook on the rough-hewn walnut stand by his mattress, I had drawn ultimatums in a cursive mess
And then I never told anyone, kept it quiet, inspired by the urgency of the love we shared
Some of our friends say I'm still alive in it and others don't believe I was ever really anywhere
I gave my body and blood for the power of love and hoped that I would conquer sin
But I never even rose again
He had short, neat curls that were shadow black
And I was fumblin' around with the weather app
Wondering if he could ever love me back
Sometimes these things are hit or miss
With the perfume trails lingering behind
I caught an urge and the nerve to take his hand in mine
And if it didn't rain at the perfect time
It's probable we wouldn't have kissed
In the Northeast Minneapolis Arts District
Then in the light of a wasteful moon, so familiar
You sold me out for some pieces of silver
But still I loved the feel of your lips
And I never wanted more than this
To kiss you in public
To openly say that I loved it
Oh, I write this down for Judas
Oh, all of this was for Judas