Catholic Pagans

Never could

Be still for long

And I could never hold a job.

Coupled with

A weakness for cocaine and liquor

Not much you can do for love.

When I met you,

I broke the mold.

I fell apart and combed my hair.

Whiskey stinks

For ten whole days

Stayed off the streets at night for weeks.

I don't wanna be a catholic pagan

Now that you're here.

We fell in awe each other for love,

Survival, and everything else.

Please don't padlock

Your parents' bomb shelter,

Or fill her up with dust and ash.

A landfill mecca

For burnouts and whistlers,

Adolescent sour mash.

I'm not saying

That I'm unloved,

But I could really use it now.

So turn out the lights

Over and over and over,

We'll figure out the rest somehow.

I don't wanna be your rush-in bride,

Not anymore.

But I could say

Apollo would have a field day if he knew at all.

Sooo, I have to gooo...

Ohhhh, have to goooo...