Saint me

You're left out,
waiting in the wind,
like an animal,
trapped in my raw den.

you can be my world,
you can be my girl,
I'm in the middle of a jungle,
where it's all too mean.

feeling out breath,
chasing for the win,
touching posion wine
caving to the sins.

you can be my faith,
you can be my saint,
I'm in the middle of a jungle,
where it's all too mean.

it's alright,
it's right,
right.