I think I might be a broken record
because the holes in my hands match the ones from the cross
and I'm thinking I might be continuously letting my soul die
for the ******* sins of others
Not to mention myself
I'm not Jesus
I'm a locust stealing the fruits of an unripe seed
Planting the hearts I stole in the chests of others
and I swore upon my brother's life
that tonight I wouldn't break them
the chains of the lost that I so easily found
I've got a track record for letting everyone I love down
Remember that hole you put in my ground
you told me I was hurricane
not a good thing could come from me
I knew it
I knew it
like the last breath of a lover
I was hovering over your head
waiting for you stop breathing so I could steal your last breath
and didn't I know it
I guess this is a warning to all the future people I meet
if you see me on the street, don't be drawn to me
I know what it's like to fall in love hopelessly
cause I hopelessly fell for you
in that same hopeless way he fell for me
and I don't know how to breathe
cause the tongue in my mouth isn't mine anymore
and the words I used I write down feel like someone else's poems
I've been writing down every minute that follows me around
I used to wanna leave this **** hole of a town
You helped me figure it all out