You're making me insane by knotting your fingers in my hair,  pulling out stands and making a necklace of rope to lead me to safety.  I'm weak and frayed,  afraid and praying, no one ever said an alter girl was on her knees too much,  these bruises are temporary but I hope you'll stay forever. With arms held high above you are mine for the night and I'll make you shout my name from the heavens.  I want to be worthy, need to be worthy of your love, I'll lay down on the aisle and let the feet of a God walk over me  let the hands of a God take everything I have to give, my reason for retribution lies at the bottom of your alter covered in relations of relief. Only luck has guided me to you