They have a locked box and they shine the silver
Praying that it will deliver
On its sacred, holy prompt
What is it that you want 
When you cling to me like that
And, no, I don’t want you back
As you polish the wallpaper til it shines
But you destroy everything that’s mine
And I couldn’t love you more
But you leave me lying on the floor
As I try to be
Everything that your decree
Wants of me
But it just hurts 
And your help makes it worse
As you try to stuff a sock down my throat
But I’ll never be what you quote
In your devotional prayer
You were never there