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 over 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 on to his picture. Dressing up every day. I wanna smash the faces. of those beautiful boys. those Christian boys. So you can make me cum. That doesn't make you Jesus. These precious things. Let them bleed let them wash away. These precious things. Let them break their hold over 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 grrl. These precious things. Let them bleed let them wash away. These precious things. Let them break let them wash away. These precious things. Let them bleed now let them wash away. These precious things. Let them break their hold over me. Precious. Precious