He never said he had a type, but man does he love them broken
Grown by the law, young in the mind
When the bell rang, I wish I stayed in the schoolyard
You leaned across me and pressed down the lock from inside the car
Evangeline, do you believe
A man of the Lord wouldn't run from the church
Condemned by agnostics, so you enlist hurt
When the sun set, I wish I stayed in confession
Admitting your sins to a sinner who might just pray for intercession
Evangeline, do you believe
In everything I helped you see
I stood for one thing and you stood when I tried to leave
Claimed you were breaking my chains, so how come I never felt free?
I'm no skeptic, but you made me doubt all the good I knew
With your cardboard cloths that you lugged around town and displayed as some self-righteous proof
I'll turn the lock and run out of the basement
So cold and so dark and so deadly adjacent
To four prison walls that you made me call home
And when I get my way, they will turn to your own
Let the wicked you raised drag you beneath the grave
Is it fire or ice? Send a postcard from Hades
How does it feel to know you could not save
Evangeline, do you believe
In everything I helped you see?
I made it out, but only by the skin of my teeth
So I'll leave you to rot with your corrupted God and your sick sense of identity
When the bell rings, I'll watch the lot for your Mustang
Catch the girls before you can and redirect them another way
Evangeline, do you believe?
I'm asking, Evangeline, what do you believe?