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