She turned her back on the church and put all her faith in me, At the back of the chapel where I taught her to screw and to blaspheme. We turned our backs to the church with our trousers around our knees, While screaming the scriptures, she said I was her favourite heresy. In a note I read: "If you should go blind and deaf, I'll cleanse and I'll bathe you and I'll cook for you daily. I will take a dry ballpoint pen and trace on your chest All of the same conversations that we have now in bed". I don't mean to be selfish, but I think I'd sooner just be dead. Behind the tennis court, alongside the river, not a single live flower to see. This is the one girl who woke up from all that and now falls asleep next to me. But I swear now, every time that I kiss her, she feels her god breathe on her shoulder. It pains me, but I'm sure she's still yours. She said she wanted a sea burial, not gra** and hypodermics to her hips. I pruned the ivy from your grandmother's tomb, More tender and careful than the superstitious Ripped you from your mothers womb. In a note I wrote: "I think too much about the end, But being around it made me feel like I'm coping. Now when I view the cemetery I don't see headstones, I see Rows of engraved milk teeth, hungry, waiting for me". And though I am fearful, I think I just crave the relief. Behind the tennis court, alongside the river, a paper flower's still a beautiful thing. This is the one girl who woke up from all that and now falls asleep next to me. But I swear now, every time that I kiss her, she feels her god breathe on her shoulder. It pains me, but I'm sure she's still yours.