Seven Digit Pin Code (Demo Version)

They found my body near the river

Now all the people in our town, they think it was your father

I didn't get your consent

But that's how I make my rent

The voyeur

It's hard to make a friend

When it's too hard to put down the lens

And so

I float

Drifted about 15 miles past Jamestown

I was recovered in Lamore, where I floated onto shore

The James was good to me

But the barbed wire, that's another story

It's hard to rest in peace

When you can't get no sympathy

And so

I can't seem to keep my mind off that night

The way that you laughed with all your friends beneath the bar lights

I couldn't help but hate you

So I followed you home

And oh, take off your clothes

Stand by the window

So I can see the scar that sits below your navel

And oh, with the rosary

How I wish that was me

How I wish I could rest upon your chest forever

I float

I wish that I believed in heaven

I can't thank Sunday school for that

Send me a seven-digit pin code

Let me repent, let me believe

We learned it all once we could comprehend

The folding of our hands, the bending of our knees

And the Hail Mary's all along the bedside

My innocence, it must have caught his eye

Enough to ruin the last sixteen years of my life

It's so hard to repent

When you've been given no such reason to believe

I took off my clothes

Stood by the window

Don't you see that same scar sits below my navel

And oh, but it's there for a lack

Better yet, the lack thereof

How I wish I could come back as a piece of jewelry

And oh

I float