I hung pictures of patron saints up on my wall
To remind me that I was a fool
To tell me where I came from, what I thought I could be
As a spoiled little kid about to leave Catholic school
Lord, please make me love myself so that I might love you
Lord, make me a liar 'cause I swore to God
Back when swearing still felt like the truth
Saint Bernards sit at the top of my driveway
You always say how you loved dogs
I don't know if I count, but I'm trying my best
When I'm howling and barking these songs
