John And The Virgin, Mary

Mary is a virgin

Who holds onto John at night

Praying that John doesn’t know

The simple feeling to let go

John’s knows what it’s like 

To hold onto stinging repulsion 

And the fear of autonomy

When two people come together 

At night in the midst of sleep

John and Mary are young and alive

And find comfort in that fear

That comfort soon leads to rebellion 

Leading them to twist and turn 

Mary never gives John any pleasure

She only lays down on the bed

It is all she’s ever known

Without knowing John get’s bored

Wishing she did a little more

Mary plucks off all of her petals

John is the man with the stem

But his stem is just pure frustration 

And he begins to turn it in

John’s boredom becomes anti-rebellion

And he lays down Mary one last time

But this time, he keeps all her petals

He just turns to the other side 

Yet still holds Mary in the night

It was probably best what John did,

that would fear would never go away

As long as they could hold each other 

No more sin, sweat, dirt and grime 

But one night when the lights turned off

And they began to lay again 

They held each other for a while

Then slept for what felt like millennia 

When John woke up, he realized

Mary was nothing more than a slag

An idea, a judgment she was

John wanted Anne-Marie

Anne-Marie from his favorite magazine

Anne-Marie who lived down the street 

Anne-Marie who was the savior

Anne-Marie, she had to be

The one to replace Mary for good

The one to start all over again

John liked the flesh of man,

John liked the sound of girl

Did John ever love Mary?

Or was Mary was just a slot before

Anne-Marie could show up at the door

And greet John with a kiss on the cheek

Turning him young as he was with Mary

John threw Mary out to the street

With nothing but a nickel and 3 dimes

Mary left with her old flower

And met Ben at the corner-store

Ben looked just John if he had

Two sideburns and an inch tall

Ben could look like John

With the way he wore clothes

Mary fell into the arms of Ben

Because his sweater looked like John’s

So Ben took Mary to the parking lot

and they sat on his dads broken car

Mary laid right next to Ben

pretending that he was her John

Ben took out a porno video 

and he started to jack off

She let him do it anyway

It wasn’t a surprise to her

This is the type love she gets

When John isn’t around anymore

John is out with Anne-Marie

Picking lilies by the bay

He likes to put them in her hair

He once did with Mary too

But John could care less at this point

Mary died inside the shower

Ben was in the living room

Mary died from a broken wire

Wishing John had seen her go