Coarse Gold Girls

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

A little desperate goes a long long
Way