People I’m not safe with So I play the bitch To keep the simper out of my zone I prefer being alone But he forces his way in With his nations of appropriate sin And his deference to a sky That only leads a person to die And he sold me out to the weather Just so he could feel the heather Beneath his feet Is this the love that he bequeath As I confess my subtle heart To someone that made it start And let me believe That a heart could be worn on a sleeve But the aching thunder rolls Between us two souls As they try to cover up The way I uttered my love Coz it would look bad for family For me to be professing eternity To a stranger on the grass But the damn thing last All throughout St. Pat’s And all of their baseball bats As they hit me hard and true As though they want to kill the memory of you On my skin And every time I look at him I see you Bursting through Do I go back on the book Just so I can look At you marry some other female All rocks are sand in the vale Of death as the hourglass pours Do you love all of your whores?