it's the worse mistake
from blood and bones
we'll stand by the wrong choices
that we always seem to make

wings cut to pieces
and blood on white sheets
we destroy ourselves
piece by piece
our own little morbid puzzles

if he knew me half as well
as he pretends to
then maybe he'd come and save me
I wouldn't be bleeding
half as much as i am right now

We won't stand for bruised kisses anymonre
lips crack as we try to smile
watching the sky fall down
around our ankles
dust covered and grey we'll discard it

letting the rain wash away our sins
dried blood and tear stained
innocent crosses burn my flesh
the end of my ashamed story
i'll fade out in disgrace