i've got a direct line with the devil
and sometimes when you're scared
(your mother-pastor-church-belief
say this is wrong and you're not ready
for your only home to be the flames)
you watch me ring him up
and listen when i check for our names on the reservation list.
you're not on there, yet, but i've got a table booked for life
and he says if you want to be my plus one all you have to do
is fuck me again and tell me you mean it
(don't quote the psalms when you say you love me,
baby, don't you know that paper burns?)
