The scratches on your arm from when you were 15
Burn white
You still cringe when people notice them
You feel too strange
You're a werewolf
 
Getting drunk off communion wine
Like you're some kind of saint
I keep the dead flowers in a drawer
So that I'll always remember
What happened that day
Don't pray for me
 
Shaved my legs in the bath
Watched the red run down the white plastic
And down the drain
 
Maybe I'll grow out my beard to look more like a boy
Or paint my face to look more like a girl
Pack your bags we're leaving here
 
I'll put on a brave face
I'll stand up straight
I'll try my best, just stay with me
 
He said that "God doesn't love you
Because of who you love"
He said "it's because of the way that you were born"
 
But God, I don't want to go to heaven
None of my friends are there
I'm a burning church, I'm an empty hearse
I'm a secret handshake
I'm a stranger's face in a crowd of people
But I'll be okay
 
So don't pray for me