There's nothing more fanatic than the unbridled love of a fourteen year old.

I thought nothing would come close. Nothing should. After all, I still love her, that fourteen year old.



A fever a desperate religion and all that she can say is

give me just a little bit
gimme just a little bit

a train that never stops rolling it's getting into your blood
a need that never stops growing she's a poisonous one
a hope for better days but nothing seems to fix it
you're wasting away
indeed a desperate religion
and all that she will say is

give me just a little bit
gimme just a little bit

a desperate addiction
a familiar affliction
denying won't fix it
this desperate religion

give me just a little bit
gimme just a little bit