Your lips tasted like smoke From the buildings you watched burn While standing dead center
Our bodies are practiced in the art of Collapsing
If these walls could talk They’d be livid from your laughter And semi-suicidal for paint thinner To cause just enough wither so the broken glass can finally fall out
I will gladly buckle at the backbone Bulging out my belly to Reveal all that beauty inside
If it means you’ll forgive me You can take it
Because I am sorry seven ways to Sunday Just seven days till Sunday Seven chances not to **** up before I have to beg for your forgiveness again
This is the church of falling apart
The church constructed of the things Tempers make I am one baseball bat bash away from being broken and saved
You might’ve told me you were trouble I should’ve noticed After I saw you smash a Cinderblock through a car window Just to take a pack of smokes from the dash
And you could have called my bluff After I ****** your best friend behind your back For the fifteenth time
Lemme catch your deer in headlights again Because our last conversation wasn’t ****** enough Lemme bend willingly into your bed And fall into whatever mess we forgot to clean up the night before
Stop quaking my fault lines with your fingertips I know laughter when I hear it I can see your sneers in the dark
And I can light a match Light a cigarette Burn a house down
This is the church of falling apart
No one ever asked forgiveness while standing
The church where the shape of prayer is a ball Hands clasped behind neck Head between knees And morse code shivers
Signaling
I don’t really know why you hate me so much But Please Forgive me