Precious Things

So I ran faster. But you caught me here. Yes, my loyalty's turned. Like my ankle. In the seventh grade. Running after Billy. Running after the rain. These precious things let them bleed let them wash away. These precious things let them break their hold over me.

He said you're really an ugly girl. But I like the way you play. And I died. But I thanked him. Can you believe that? Sick, sick holding on to his picture. Dressing up every day. I wanna smash the faces of those beautiful boys, those Christian boys. So you can make me come, that doesn't make you Jesus. These precious things let them bleed let them wash away. These precious things let them break their hold over me.

I remember in my peach party dress no one dared, no one cared to tell me where the pretty girls are those demi-gods. With their nine-inch nails and fascist panties tucked inside the heart of every nice girl. These precious things let them bleed let them wash away. These precious things let them break their hold over me.