Riding to communion,
Just to exchange drawing of sick scences.
It was hard to sneak flirts,
without your brothers seeing.
They'd never suspect good friends,
not in the Baptistery.
How could such a well to-do family make such a little monster for me?
How could they call us sick and twisted for feelings we didn't quite know?

How much farther could we truly go,
I'm grasping to turn back now.
They're hot on our trail,
it's too late for that though
The pitchforks are near.

They've torn us apart,
let us forget who we are.
It's been ages since I've seen you,
but I still have these scares.

These memories,
these feeling,
they keep dragging me back.
If I can't have you,
then please, please just let leave me on my track.
I can't keep chasing these feelings you've given, they've said it'll **** me.

I keep trying and trying to replace your sick effects,
but it keeps me craving for what I can't have yet.
But your not just somebody, you're much more to me.
Your'e the root of my suffering,
my impossible dream.

I still hate myself,
i truly do.
Because if you came back tomorrow,
I'd still leave with you.