Rage and Love

I'm the son of rage and love, the Jesus of Suburbia.

I hate you. I hate everything about you. And yet, there's something about you that is amazing and attractive. You're addictive.

From the bible of none of the above on a steady diet of Soda pop and Ritalin

There's nothing that can take me away from you. Nothing that would keep me from loving you. You are perfect.

No one ever died for my sins in hell as far as I can tell, at least the ones I got away with.

You know that I'm a criminal. You know that I've hurt people. You aren't afraid of that.

And there's nothing wrong with me. This is how I'm supposed to be in a land of make believe that don't believe in me

I guess that contributes to why I love you.