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 screamed I was her favorite 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 yr chest All of the same conversations 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 yrs She said she wanted a sea burial, not gra** and hypodermics to her hips I prune the ivy from yr grandmother's tomb More tender and careful than the superstitious ripped you from yr 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 middle teeth, hungry, waiting for me And though I am fearful, I think I just crave the relief" Behind the tennis court alongside the river, paper flowers, still 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 yrs