ode to praying to the answering machine

My alter boy Won't make any noise In a state of great trepidation The roman scent Sits on my chest Like fighting fire with the patron I'm a thief Not a safety net And I'm prone to second best Left my head On a picket fence To scare off my only friend I owe you Half of what I am And that's 6 feet underground Ode to praying to the answering machine My alter boy Alone with her Your skullcrusher Plummet headfirst to the pavement Your wallflower Little miss sinister I'll find your body in the basement Bite down Into your flesh I'm not sure If you exist You took everything I have So I'll be sure to take a heart attack I'm a thief Not a safety net And I'm prone to second best Left my head On a picket fence To scare off my only friend I owe you Half of what I am And that's 6 feet underground Ode to crying in the bathroom at the party Ode to having nothing left to say but sorry Ode to praying to the answering machine