I remember sinking into the couch
Your parents could hear me beg and plead

Please dear god don't leave
You aren't even 18, can't control the mistakes you're making
Can't
Can't control the mistakes you're making

Don't leave my side, you know I can't deal with the
Fangs of the sentence
(The catholic girl with body paint)
The catholic girl with body paint

4 years I wait and whine
With see you again as the tag line

Here's to hoping