He told me I was divine
Then caressed my thigh
And I pretended to believe
This drug would get me high
Enough, set me free

Cross my heart, hope to die
I did heavenly things
To make him feel alive
Hung my halo on the bedpost
Then told the father, the son
And the holy ghost
They better cover their eyes

He promised pleasure to ease my pain
To numb the ache inside
So I gave myself to him, like a toy
To play with, a gift of luxury, of skin
To help me feel—, feel anything

Forgive me father, for I have sinned
I dip my fingers in
This holy water, and it’s a little harder
To admit I didn’t listen, I didn’t love him
Pure submission trying to fill

The vulnerable and empty
And there was nothing more
Than there was before
That dark night in February
When he called me by my saint name