â Honey, please, try to love me. â
â I called your name âtil the fever broke. â
â Donât you ever tame your demons, but always keep them on a leash. âÂ
â It looks ugly, but itâs clean. â
â Babe, thereâs something tragic about you. â
â Innocence died screaming, honey, ask me I should know. â
â But I want it, itâs a crime that sheâs not around most of the time. â
â Her fight and fury is fiery, oh but she loves like sleep to the freezing. â
â I prayed my mind be good to me. â
â With her sweetened breath, and her tongue so mean, sheâs the angel of small death and the codeine scene. â
â Itâs bloody and raw, but I swear it is sweet. â
â So tired trying to see from behind the red in my eyes, no better version of me I could pretend to be tonight. â
â Would things be easier if there was a right way? Honey, there is no right way. â
â I fall in love just a little, oh a little bit every day with someone new. â
â My loverâs got humor, sheâs the giggle at a funeral. â
â Thereâs an art to lifeâs distractions. â
â I raised a stone to end his pain. â
â When I was a child, I heard voicesâŠÂ Some would sing and some would scream. â
â Cause with my mid-youth crisis all said and done, I need to be youthfully felt 'cause, God, I never felt young. â
â We tried the world, good God, it wasnât for us. â
â I turned and ran to save a life I didnât have. â
â But my peace has always depended on all the ashes in my wake. â
â I wake at the first cringe of morning, and my heartâs already sinned. â
â Always a well dressed fraud, who wouldnât spare the rod. Never for me. â
â I was born sick, but I love it. Command me to be well. â
â Freshly disowned in some frozen devotion, no more alone or myself could I be. â
â I clutched my life, and wished it kept. My dearest love, Iâm not done yet. â
â No shortage of sordid, no protest from me. â
â I have never known peace like the damp grass that yields to me. â
â Two corpses we were, two corpses I saw. â
â All that Iâve been taught, and every word Iâve got, is foreign to me. â
â I have never known hunger like these insects that feast on me. â
â Youâve done me wrong for a long, long time. But after all youâve done I never changed my mind. â
â Honey, you know thatâs my love bursting loud from inside. â
â Iâll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife. â
â The purest expression of grief. â
â Lord, itâd be great to find a place we could escape sometime. â
â Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on its sword. â
â I found something in the woods somewhere. â
â Babe, thereâs something broken about this, but I might be hoping about this. â