Rachael Sage - Guardians Lyrics

I am seventeen years old my name is tattooed on his shoulder
I wish that I were decades older than I have become today….well I
Always thought he’d be the first to hear me scream with pleasure and
With sweet delight I wish I may I might go back in time but

There are no guardians on my street
Are no guardians near me, well
I’ve been tricked and I’ve been cheated
By the kind o’ souls you’d meet on
Your way home from your way out they
Conquer you with crooked mouths they
Cannot keep from pointing out that
You’ll remain no angel

I always though I’d have the chance to wash away my innocence as
Willingly and wild and free as any girl could hope to be, said I
Always thought I’d have the chance to toss away my innocence as
Sweetly as in some romance, I wish I had a seventh sense, said I
Wish I hadn’t turned that corner I wish you’d taught me
To be scared of animals in human’s clothes
How could I have known he’d be there, well

There are no guardians on my street
Are no guardians near me, well
I’ve been tricked and I’ve been cheated
By the kind o’ souls you’d meet on
Your way home from your way out they
Conquer you with crooked mouths they
Cannot keep from pointing out that
You’ll remain no angel

Hopelessly romantic is to be painfully absurd
How can I believe in something beautiful
When all I feel’s the burden of him
Something much too real to swallow
Sinking six feet through my skin
Well I don’t know if I will ever find the
Strength to love again

Well I’m standing here inside this church you
Bid me come you made me lurch out in front of this
Speeding subway train that is my unforgiving shame
I am making my confession for something you think I’ve done
You were my lover not my maker, I said I wish I had the strength to run

You were my lover not my maker, I said I wish I had a gun
I wish I could hear wedding bells so I would know I was not in hell, well

There are no guardians on my street
Are no guardians near me, well
I’ve been tricked and I’ve been cheated
By the kind o’ souls you’d meet on
Your way home from your way out they
Conquer you with crooked mouths they
Cannot keep from pointing out that
You’ll remain no angel

You’ll remain no

I am seventeen years old my name is tattooed on his shoulder
I wish that I were decades older than I’ve become today