Count up your sins –
Like you’ll actually repent.
What does your heart sing?
Your soul ferments.
We’re trying to breathe;
The remedy’s gone.
Our lungs in poison seethe.
Now we’re in the wrong.
You’re an awkward beauty;
Your rhythm’s your own.
I couldn’t hold a candle to you, truly;
Your reckless fire is shown.
The eleventh hour strikes.
We’re no closer than before.
I’m sick of all the old fights.
There’s nothing for us anymore.
The fire’s gotten cold, love,
I have no more passion.
What we have, it’s not enough.
Like waves, we’re crashing.
It hurts us now;
This love’s a physical pain.
Wear the hurt like a crown,
Your own badge of shame.
The words you speak,
It’s all blasphemy.
I’d rather you dead at my feet,
Than speaking these words to me.
We’re losing it all, too soon.
Your lies cut us deep.
All I have is the confidant moon,
As it lulls me into a false sleep.
Retreat to safer waters.
Let your crimes dissolve.
Your perfect guise falters,
And you are now absolved.
