When I was young I stole anything I could My parents gave me everything A petty thief with a fear of god, I learned I learned to feel no shame Swallowed whole by the first neglect Shared a few more dirty beds, and I slept sound and safe Filled my life with starts and stops Obsessed with love and giving up on everything Cause there's no modern saints I'm no longer ashamed I could quit it now if I could quit the other things
Depend, dependency I could quit it now if I could quit the other things Are we so in love with thinking, “are we only flawed?” I'm no longer ashamed I could quit it now if I could quit the other things Depend, dependency I could quit it now if I could quit the other things It starts and stops again There's no modern saints