If I had sense we'd have made a baby call it maybe a name
If we'd have kept it'd grow up to hate me can't make love safely in vane
I need to move on I don't want it to stay with me lord I pray for next week
I'm washing my hair and I rinse out the demons I'm wishing my semen deceased Remember the clinic their hearts were not in it and mine on my sleeve
You're just a beginner but to them a sinner and I wanna leave
We were just naked for them it was sacred
I hope they baptise you instead they despise you
I'm riddled with guilt you know me but I don't even remember what she was called
I want you to know that I'll always be there for you pull out my hair till I'm bald