The teenage-me
In combat boots
Remembers the teenage  you
In your Sunday best

We were oh so young

You, I yearned to see
I peeked between suits
From behind pews
Til my eyes, on you could rest

And I prayed you'd see me too

One day you noticed me
Never knowing I was enjoying the fruits
Of a drug-hazed youth
You said you loved me best

Until the day you didn't

I stole your virginity
Never caring for your Christian roots
You finally saw the ruse
And you laid our love to rest

And I realized you only loved the idea of me