Starts and Stops - Banquets

When I was young I stole anything I could

My parents gave me everything

A petty thief with a fear of god, I learned

I learned to feel no shame

Swallowed whole by the first neglect

Shared a few more dirty beds, and I slept sound and safe

Filled my life with starts and stops

Obsessed with love and giving up on everything

Cause there’s no modern saints

I’m no longer ashamed

I could quit it now if I could quit the other things

Depend, dependency

I could quit it now if I could quit the other things

Are we so in love with thinking, «are we only flawed?»

I’m no longer ashamed

I could quit it now if I could quit the other things

Depend, dependency

I could quit it now if I could quit the other things

It starts and stops again

There’s no modern saints