Our Lady of Perpetual Astonishment

She’s got ice in her name, on her neck, in her veins. Her solid state comes naturally; mine needs to be trained. His story is an old one and his tricks aren’t hard to fathom. They turn up the music to keep rage at low volume. All my friends are birds, all they tell is truth. Can’t teach these kids nothin if you’re bothered they’re uncouth. When I trust another man, it’s the hope that’s killing me. When I make alternate plans it’s just so I can breathe.