A girl walking by my window 
she couldn't be more than fourteen 
she's eating her ice cream 
it only seems to make her cold over 
a decade now has brought me 
from the time before 

I could have conceived of the explosions 
that would bring the sunlight to me 
bring the sunlight to me 
pull me 
pull me 
into you on your daddy's couch plastic jesus blue grey clothing 
hold our hands and fall in line 
oh and I'm never cool enough polished 
paulist fathers and their priestly 
seemings are all far gone now 

I don't believe in books 
I believe in sentences 
I'm not as angry or afraid 
I get hit and I just keep coming.