life’s a slippery slope, regret’s the steepest hill
hope for the best, plan for the worst and maybe wind up somewhere
in the middle
and i’m not saying that i know what i want
but i know what i don’t, don’t want to rot in my room
and never know what could have been
believe what everyone else tells me is true…
i learned to say hosannas on my knees.
but they threw me out of sunday school when i was nine,
and the sisters said i did just as i pleased.
even so i try to be a good girl.
it’s only what I want that makes me weak.
i had no desire to be a child of sin,
then you went and pressed your whiskers to my cheek…”