Who Would Leave Their Son Out in the Sun?

It's time that all these things that I do, no matter what, become things of the past. 
  It's time that all these things that I wish I could forget join in the ranks of things I regret. 
  But there aren't enough archangels in the sky to come down and make me feel right. 

  I'm miserable whenever I think of it and I think of it all the time. 
  You could part their feathered wings and have your way with them just like you do to all of us all the time. 
  What point is there in pushing on, when all you push against is a brick wall? 

  Everyone spends some time on the cross, I just want to make sure it's not a total loss, so maybe I'll get tanned and lose some weight while I wait. 
  Everyone spends some time on the cross, I just want to make sure it's not a total loss, so, deny me three times, or hurry up and fucking decide.