The Ophelias - Becoming a Nun

I'm becoming a nun
I'm cutting my hair
I'll see you in twenty-five destructive years
I'm imagining it
I'm holding my breath
You break a window
We drive west

I am what I wanted to be
Someone careless, full of piety
I am what the Bible agrees is the worst kind of woman

It's silent again
You're calling to me
I can't help but wonder
What you mean
I'm asleep at a Motel 6
You drive away at sunrise
I wake up with a knife under my pillow
Like you promised

I am what I wanted to be
Someone bleeding, victorious
I am what would have been burnt alive