Regression - Church Girls

There was a paranoia walking down the block of ninth avenue

There were holes in my heart I’ve always needed to fill

There was hoping I could stay young til September

And the whiskey I needed to keep my thoughts adrift

Well I don’t care about what lives or dies

If there’s a wreck then I can swallow my pride

Is that alright?

Did it already pass by?

So let’s take it back to the place that it started

With things that they’d rather you not say

The room could break into a thousand pieces

But there’s things that they’d rather you not say

There’s the pulling back on the leather curtain of dishonesty

And the long unraveling from all the once known threads

There was hoping I could understand it’s not my problem

But there’s the fear of dreaming along to my own death

Well I don’t care about your good intent

If it’s only a matter of when

Those ties are gone

Goodbye, so long

Let’s take it back to the place that it started

With things that they’d rather you not say

The room could break into a thousand pieces

But there’s things that they’d rather you not say

Let’s take it back

Let’s take it back