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
And 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
Because I swore to God
Back when swearing still felt like the truth
Saint Bernard sits at the top of my driveway
You always said how you loved dogs
I don't know if I count
But I'm trying my best
When I'm howling and barking this song
