fuck it, all my virtue's gone
its never coming back
of all the things your love has got
its the only thing i lack
i know we had a contract once
that your skin and mine would weave
but we let that contract fall apart
and i let my virtue leave
now im hollow-emptied out
like a church without its pews
covered in filth from the drugs i do
and the poor boys that ive used
if i could have my virtue back
if i could become clean
id become an even stronger person
than the strongest person youve seen
but since God wont waste time on me-
wont wave his magic wand
ill never be more virtuous
and our skin will never bond
our nervous hearts will not return
nor will our nervous hands
so much for "now my heart is calmed
and here you are again."