All the goddesses will fight
For my sacrifice
At my alter they will bend,
Break, weep, admit defeat
Become secular
This is my private
Worship
My morning ritual consists
Of creating a list of the girls I haven't kissed
Of listing all the loves I havent woken up beside
Oh please tonight, please tomorrow morning
This is my private
Worship
So far
I feel as constant as a soap bar
lately
I feel like half of you might hate me
When my intentions
Are true
All my efforts seem to
Fall through
Its getting so old
Boy,
Do I miss the girls in
Coarsegold