Present Perfect (An Epithalamium) - Parenthetical Girls

Like blood to bruise

Your clothes clung close to you

And they’re grown back

To hues of curls you’ve kept from view

And my (?)

Alas that I saw you

As much as each of us

We just assumed you knew

We knew

We do

We do, oh

We do

We do, oh

We fucked through your room

Which traipse and turn through you

Retrace those restless days,

Now placed amongst the pews

And all as we once

When I last laid hands on you

Your touch left most of us

With tails and tongues removed

And we knew

So speaks the priest of less reprieves

And each forever holds his peace

You stumbled once on vows of trust

But don’t worry kid

Your secret’s safe with us

Oh

Oh

Oh

Oh

How we all salivate when the bells ring

How we all salivate when the bells ring

Oh

Oh

Oh

Oh

And we all salivate when the bells ring

And we all salivate when the bells ring

Still we all salivate when the bells ring

And we all salivate when the bells ring

Oh

Oh

Oh

Oh

Oh

Oh

Oh

Oh

Still we all salivate when the bells ring

Still we all salivate when the bells ring