I should've screamed at her
She might've woken up
It'd make a much better story than the one I've got

Because the world heard all it cares to hear about dying

She's a saint and I'm a predator

We never pray alone
The lord built me from dirt to build her out of my bones
That's how the world learned all it ever could about lying


And every song's about the young while we're decaying


I'll let you in if you've got the stomach to
watch me swallow the sea.
Because my pride alone won't put this fire out.

And it's all that ever kept me warm

I should've screamed at her

She might've smartened up
What kind of twisted conversation ends in giving up?
But then the world's heard just about enough of your whining


I'm a prick because I'm built for it
My teeth are water stones

Keeping my bayonet sharp in case these gunpowder lungs
Allow the world in just a bit too close to ignite them


And every song's about the young while we're decaying
like some uninspired cadence but baby


The scenes define our home
The crooked frames we claim
we're leaving behind

from slamming our way through these doors
The scenes define our home


Because the world's heard just about enough of your whining

I'm find as long as when they sing about the young while we're decaying

like some final fading cadence
you can hold my hand and watch me mouth the words