Every single year you
Leave town to drag lakes
This year you found a body
And nothing else
There s never heart in it but
You carry on pretending
That it s real
That I m not here

All this time I ve wasted on a friend
I can t accept that it s how I should feel
I ll find a new Bible with more killing and more sin
With less saviours and the perfect angel

Morning comes my
Eyes are burning
Images of your fires
And passions linger on
Sometimes sorrow drowning
Fells like holding
It comforts me whether
It s blood or darker

Maybe this is just how I like it to be
Try finding a better way to hurt yourself