Her wrists bleed, for the attention
I sit back and watch with discretion
At this old film that I shot in widescreen

And, in Hi-Def, but just for the love scenes
So go through this door and hit the lights, sweet
Will I genuflect to the front of the diocese

Smile big, then slowly turn frantic
As this ocean takes us both captive


And, there she stands
A purse full of razorblades
Her cell phone, and some dirty bandages

She's calling in her last chance on this boy
Whose drinking his way to a smile
Because it could take Jesus to save us both

Since my innocence has been lost in you

Bare shoulder blades up against the glass

I'm sorry doll, but I gotta leave for class
Just pray hard for the return of us
And those suggestive words fueled by lust

But she bled all over this scripture
In my bed, and on my demeanor
I'm steps ahead of her in conscience

Thanks in part to this crucifix on my neck

But some day our sun might just rise again