You’re a sinner if I ever met one,
but then again,
so I am.
You measure life in cigarettes,
while I measure mine in
broken promises.

You & I stand on one area of common ground
for we both measure it in the time
we can’t get back.


But what makes a sinner
a sinner?
The deeds he’s done?
The hearts he’s broken
carelessly?
Or the way he isn’t
sorry
for any of it,
not one bit.


We’re all ******* sinners,
who do we think
we’re kidding?

Not one of you can stand tall
and say that we’ve done no wrong.
and if you could,
we all know
you wouldn’t be any fun.


It’s a sin,
it’s a crying shame
that love these days isn’t built
to last.

It’s a sin,
that love can exist
between two beings, and that neither of them
can muster the courage
to make it known.

It’s a sin,
and a ******* waste at that.

How dare you throw away
the thing we’re all
searching for?


It’s a sin that the world we live in
forces us to prepare for a day that our hearts
will be ripped out,
   only to be mended,
     and ripped out
all over again.

It’s a sin that we must conform
to society’s expectations
of love,
that we are expected to love
in the way made popular by your television ideals.

It’s a sin that everyone
is looking for a kind of love
that doesn’t ******* exist, and why
can’t we understand,
that this isn’t
the movies?


And you better
  *******
      believe it,
it's a sin to believe
your ending
gets to be happy,
when there are millions who have seen their dreams
torn from top
to bottom


and no,
they can’t mend them,
they don’t have
the energy.

Would you?

Plain and simple,
could you say if
everything you’ve worked to make yourself believe
came crashing down,
that you could push away the rubble
and start anew?


It’s a sin that
anyone is expected to be able okay
after a heartbreak.

Sure,
you love and you learn,
but who wants to learn
a tale that ends
in lies
  and disdain
     more often than not?

It’s a ******* sin that the thing
that is most coveted
in life
is the thing
that will break you down
the most.


It will build you up
only to shatter your hopes,
  over
     and over,
don’t try and fight it,
don’t try and
convince me
that it’s worth it,
because I already
know.

I already know
that it’s so good
it's worth
the pain,
and I know
it's a sin.


But we’re all ******* sinners,
  we lie,
    and we cheat,
and we put ourselves
a mile
before the ones
we’re supposed
to care about.

But if that’s
love,
if that’s what we’re all looking
so hard for,

Who’s the real sinner,
  the player
      or the game?