I met god, and she is a mushroom
She played the piano in my chest
Her giant Hammers hit my heartstrings
And never once did she let me rest

She played her frantic, tragic, magic, song
until I told her I was ready to die
I saw fireworks as she finished playing
I saw my shadow and started to cry

I curled up like I was before all this started
That's when she hit me with the love
I died that day and I didn't mind
Because It's done more than enough

I met god, and she is a mushroom
Or maybe it's just me that I met
Does that mean that I’m god
but I'm so terribly flawed
Well that is the best joke yet