Me and Jesus don't talk anymore.

I'll drown my beliefs

To have your babies.

I'll dress like your niece,

And wash your swollen feet.





Just don't leave.

Don't leave.

I'm not living,

I'm just killing time.

Your tiny hands,

Your crazy kitten smile.



Just don't leave.

Don't leave.


And true love lives

In lollipops and crisps.

And true love waits

In haunted attics.


Just don't leave.

Don't leave.





I just hope they're still there.

That they're just hiding,

And when I can see your eyes again,

They'll come back.