I hung pictures of patron saints up on my wall To remind me that I was a fool To tell me where I came from, what I thought I could be As a spoiled little kid about to leave Catholic school Lord, please make me love myself so that I might love you Lord, make me a liar 'cause I swore to God Back when swearing still felt like the truth Saint Bernards sit at the top of my driveway You always say how you loved dogs I don't know if I count, but I'm trying my best When I'm howling and barking these songs