So I ran faster
But it caught me here
Yes, my loyalties turned
Like my ankle
In the seventh grade
Running after Billy
Running after the rain

These precious things
Let them bleed
Let them wash away

These precious things
Let them break
Their hold on me

He said “You’re really an ugly girl,
But I like the way you play.”
And I died
But I thanked him
Can you believe that?
Sick, sick
Holding onto his picture
Dressing up every day
I want to smash the faces
Of those beautiful boys
Those ‘Christian’ boys
So if you can make me come,
It doesn’t make you Jesus

These precious things
Let them bleed
Let them wash away

These precious things
Let them break
Their hold on me

I remember, yes
In my peach party dress
No one dared
No one cared
To tell me
Where the pretty girls are
Those demigods
With their nine inch nails
And little fascist panties
Tucked inside the heart
Of every nice girl