Patron Saint de 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 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's 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
Let go of her hand, let go of her hand
Let go of her hand, let go of her hand
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.

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 she'll break your heart too,
So darling;
Let go of her hand!
Darling, go of her hand!

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...