sticks and stones, mama…

i don't feel these mortal wounds.

where is the pattern in all of her passions?

why is her love like

teeth in my throat?

i can listen as well as the next, my friend.

I hear what you're saying

            you say it's all me.

You've made me the devil in your salvation story,

put your faith in the stars and called me the dawn

I see the price

that I paid for your love

my blood and my being

to drive you along.

You've made me the problem.

God knows I won't

dispute the allegations

all the world can see I don't disagree

I've always been

my own demon

but baby, can you even possibly see

all that your venom

(you're venom)

is doing to me?

I don't have the strength to be your devil,

put your faith in the stars, but i can't be the sun.

the price I have paid

has emptied my patience

find somebody else to kill yourself on.

you've made me the problem.

I'm cutting it closer

I'm playing it all wrong

I'm off-key and apathy

sounds awful good.

She's made me the devil in her salvation story

who played the part before I came along?

She's put her faith in the stars and

I thought I was one til she tore me down.

I see the price that I paid for her love,

my blood and my being,

my breath and my body,

all that i love and

all that i am

i'm not Your problem