Easter Eggs

the story goes, beautiful mysterious things
 happen we when sleep
 when our backs are turned
 he sneaks around, hides the sweetest things for us
 without a sound, that's 'cause he's a ghost
 but us kids have a thought
 that mom's been making it up
 so our hearts don't break like easter eggs
 it's what they say
 never let the facts get in the way
 you're ruining the best part of the myth
 but the stakes are high
 like a savior lifted up above the ground
 when it's all you have
 everything looks like a nail
 and it's easier to say
 it was meant to be this way
 laid out just for you like easter eggs
 and either this is what you wanted
 or i'm not praying hard enough
 in either case you can't be trusted
 and i think i'm giving up
 oh, i think i've given up
 my friends and i
 have been digging in the dirt so long
 looking for the bones
 buried in the ground
 see, our daddy left
 we never even saw his face
 but mom insists he was really real
 but we look like just her
 immaculately made
 the truth well hidden just like easter eggs