I let the lance lead my prance
Up and missed my chance
While I was set in a trance
On how I could advance
My game, instead of His name
Held within this dame
It's a crying ******* shame
That every time I do the same
Old thing, have I really changed
Or have I been left deranged
Oh Lord right now I feel estranged
Why was our love ever arranged
Oh Christ-ine, light filled eyes so pristine
The kind you'd find in chapels Cistine
The pearl of great price, catalyst seen
For one last embrace I do glean