I had gone and graduated college
Before I ever let a plastic shooter
Of Pink Whitney touch my lips
And I left my parents house
Long before I welcomed a man
To touch me the way he did
The stuffed toys that raised me
Have followed me all the way to Kansas
I have known I was a step behind 
From the moment I could read gazes
I beg on my knees in my sullen home
Please, don't leave me this time