St. Mary's Bell

St. Marys Bell

Its nice to sit and eat with you
I was'nt sure what I should wear
I 'd plans to get a haircut
But some days I just don't care.

This restaurant's so pretentious
I hate their abstract art
If I was more inklusive my
sympathy might stretch that far.

Let me take you to the beginning
All the way back to the start
To the howls and stink
of the slaughterhouse
To the horses and the carts
Your fear as they tower over you
A nine year old skinny wretch
Tobacco on their fetid breath
As they unbuckle their leather belts.

O your smiles so wild and beautiful
Your shoulders taunt my needs.
Your endless neck, your eyes that yield
The Kryptonite I need.
I waited at our corner
til St.Mary's bell tolled nine,
I waited at our corner
Like your ragged ... homeless, child...

You looked flawless, I had acne.
We were friends who did'nt fight .
We ate tons of Kellogg's frosties
And watched MTV all night.

I'm still living in denial
Your still running from the truth.
O truth can be just a glass away,
filled with Vodka and Vermouth

You can take this rusty love of mine
Take my creaking clockwork dance.
Take this heart, but hold it gently
In the hollow of your hand.
Its been nice to sit and eat with you
I was'nt sure what I should wear.
For you I'd get a haircut,
Though some days I 'm not quite there.

Your face so pale yet radiant,
o the torment of your knees .
Your slender neck and those eyes
that yield
The kryptonite I need.
I waited at St. Mary's,
I kept looking for your car.
Like when we were back together then,
When we thought all that nonsense was art.