Patron Saint - Regina Spektor

She’s the kind of girl

Who’ll smash herself down in the night

She’s the kind of girl

Who’ll fracture her mind till it’s light

She’ll break her own heart

And you know that she’ll break your heart too

So darling, let go of her hand

She’s been skipping days

Spilling her drinks in the sink

And you know she never coming home

Never coming home again

But when, when, when

She open her eyes, eyes, eyes

Beyond the

Chipping paint through the windowpane

Lies, lies, lies

Her patron saint, broken and lame

And absolutely insane

For learning that true love exists

So darling, let go of her hand

Let go of her hand

You’ll be to blame

For playing this game

And learning

That true love

Exists

You’ll be to blame

For playing this game

And learning

That true love exists

Broken and lame and knowing

That true love exists

The pain, the pain, the pain

Of knowing that true love

Exists