oh sinners; let's go down in the river to pray.

She's got lace around her ankles; support.
Like she'll ever get the chance to walk away.

She's cozied up; lost in monkey-printed pajamas.
Like she'll ever really sleep again.

He's got on a tie too nice for the day.
Like he's really going to end up somewhere.

They say that who you are when you're five is who you'll always be. And me? I bite my nails and think too much; I'm in love with a man who showers me in attention. He laughs with me and makes fun of me; almost makes me forget to think too much.

I think if I was who I was when I was five, I'd be a lot more approachable.