That was a cheap shot, but I can take it.
Like every other time, we'll still make it
Through all these stupid theatrics of ours--
Over days and weeks and minutes and hours.
I know it because it's true,
And I wouldn't last a minute without you.
I've known adoration and I've tasted fear,
But you're what's kept me sane all these years.
Oh Mother Mary, save my poor soul;
But lest my friend's with it, leave me not whole.