God Was the Rebounder, I Was the Devil Inside

There He was every night
Good for double-digit boards
And maybe every fifteen games or so
He would put up ten points
And the crowd would go wild
But that was just by chance
The rebounds were by Design

There I was every night
Shades on in the post-game interviews
To absorb the glitz and glamour
From which I should run away
God, I wish I knew how to run away
And so I try with tattoos and drugs
But that is just the devil inside…

It is Beauty
His game
He helps His friends
Accomplish their goals
And that is His
That is His calling
That is the Rebounder inside
When you miss
He is there to save your mistake
And let you try again
He is there
To stop the opponent
To help you move forward

But there is evil inside of me
I am in the devil inside
I am not satisfied
I make unselfish play vilified
I am the painted vodka tonic nighttime sky
I am the desire to dulcify
The deal I’m breaking

The Doctor talked about the street sweeper
And I remember the bus driver
And I remember the janitor
And I remember…
And I remember
That God is the Rebounder
And I am the devil inside