When I was young I stole anything I could. My parents gave me everything. A petty thief with a fear of god, I learned. I learned to feel no shame. Swallowed whole by the first neglect. Shared a few more dirty beds, and I slept sound and safe. Filled my life with starts and stops. Obsessed with love and giving up on everything, Cause there's no modern saints. I'm no longer ashamed. I could quit it now if I could quit the other things. Depend, dependency, I could quit it now if I could quit the other things. Are we so in love with thinking, "are we only flawed?" I'm no longer ashamed. I could quit it now if I could quit the other things. Depend, dependency, I could quit it now if I could quit the other things. It starts and stops again. There's no modern saints.