"I love you.

I want to leave my wife for you

and buy you bright and shining rings;

take you from all these evil things"

I said, I said in my three piece suit

in the basement floor,

at the church of St. Eleanor.

"You love me. I see it

in your eyes. My saved soul

won't be denied.

I'll get clean- Rid my veins

of these dirty highs."

She said, she said and put her bible down

and looked at me like a Lord.

The aura of a dirty crown

She's sleeping naked in her bed

lying so very, very still

a graceful work of art that only she can kill.

Dreaming of the riches in her new life.

I'm the diamond handle

but she is the knife

You think you are broken?

I can brake you more.

So many of you little girls

you spill from rehab doors.

It's a pattern that I copy

I just pluck them like a poppy

by the time that they've caught

I'll be bored.

No dirty love they'll deny.

No scratch that they won't itch.

I'm not married. I'm not rich.

I'm just a better high.