Saving Saint Rain

Your inconvenience, Lolita,
Is worn like a frown upon your face.
I need a stern kick in the head.

You're destitute, Destiny,
You reek like flowers, floorboards,
nosebleeds.

You ain't true, Faith,
You love him,  and break me,
Your machine is commendable. Truly.

You're a saint, Jezebel,
You feel nothing, I feel it for you,
I bear your troubles like a Christ.
 
Oh but I'm a toad, Princess,
And my love is a spell,
It spells discomfort.