Saints

Thinking back on all my friends
Years and years of birthday parties
Little fiends on halloween
Monsters in the fields

Losing track of all my friends
Guess who’s moving in together
Put a grown up costume on
Only you and me

Haunted houses where we sleep
With the ghosts of boyfriends watching
Guess we want for nothing
How paradoxical

Brace the walls with good intentions
Temporary architecture
Build me something beautiful
Beautiful

Why you have to be a goddamn saint
Don’t you see it only makes this hard
Why you have to be a goddamn saint
Nobody’s dying for this love

Saint who raised us from the dead
Saint who saved us from the party
Saint who lives with no regrets
How pathological

Losing track of all our friends
Guess who’s moving in together
Just a couple quiet martyrs
Quiet martyrs

Why you have to be a goddamn saint
Don’t you see it only makes this hard
Why you have to be a goddamn saint
Nobody’s dying for this love

Am I a wasp
Am I a wasp
Am I a wasp
In your sheets

Don’t you see it only makes this hard
Why you have to be a goddamn saint
Nobody’s dying for this love