The Convent - Longfellow

The convent where I’ll cleanse myself

Body willing sometimes

Clothes get torn sometimes in paradise

Now if there’s one thing I won’t regret

I’m fairly sure it hasn’t happened yet

Though I’m repenting it

I don’t want to be your hobby

I’ll tell you all the time

Maybe I’ll sleep tonight

And I don’t want to feel your breathing

I’ll pretend you’re not alive

Or maybe I’ll sleep tonight

Don’t you speak your mind to me

I can’t pretend to cease or to cease to be

Though that’s much easier

And I can trust my mind to chase

Who I touch, or who I should refuse

Nothing comes easier

I don’t want to be your hobby

I tell you all the time

Maybe I’ll sleep tonight

And I don’t want to feel your breathing

I’ll pretend you’re not alive

Or maybe I’ll sleep tonight

This is a decision and I’m calling you

Run from all the answers and your finer truth

Ribcage torn and open, you can take my heart

I am waiting for the fire to start

This is a decision and I’m calling you

Run from all the answers and your finer truth

Ribcage torn and open, you can take my heart

I am waiting for the fire to start

This is a decision and I’m calling you

Run from all the answers and your finer truth

Ribcage torn and open, you can take my heart

I am waiting for the fire to start

I am waiting for the fire