Will I ever truly love someone
Who I'll want to be a better person because of
I have tasted good and I've adored the bad
There is only one thing that I haven't had
Maybe it's you
With my luck it's not
How do I know if I don't give it a shot
So I'll pray to Mary, the mother of God
That she'll speed my recovery from lust's sweet nod
And that she'll save me from myself
And save you from me
I am too young for the responsibility
But my urge to please is becoming a disease
I am marking up my flesh to mask the clean
To camouflage the bruises that haven't been
Maybe it's you
With my luck it's not
How do I know if I don't give it a shot
