Dec 13, 2005 05:07
the girls have looks and the girls have rules
they came here from their bible schools.
they can make you pay attention
to the way you dress and eat,
make you trip over your own two feet.
they kneel down on their towels at night,
their nightgowns glow with the holy light,
and we pray for the sinners and their drunken car wrecks,
and i vow that i’ll never get high and have sex
dear lord, i plan each day
by the things i will not do or say,
but i’m driven by a passion--is it only there to tame?
it fills my heart and it calls my name, and
this world that you made for us,
i know, i know it’s dangerous,
so i ride a lot of horses, i never even swear,
*it’s sort of like praying--i’m just not there*
oh god
help me know four years from now,
i won't believe in you, anyhow
and i’ll mope around the campus and i’ll feel betrayed,
all those guilty summers i strayed, but
then i’ll laugh that i fell for the lure
of the pain of desire to feel so pure,
and i’ll bear all of the burdens of my little daily crimes,
and wish i had a god for such cynical times
(far from today)