My thoughts are fashioned for survival

my guess is yours will do the same

I find there's nothing left to die for

when your lips cease to speak my name


Stolen words from stolen idols

skin untouched and scars unhealed

we spin around and scratch the vinyl

and hope for love's sake that it's real


Count your blessings at the table

but put them back where they belong

And wake me up when you are able

I've closed my eyes for far too long


My wounds are dressed with stolen smiles

stitches bursting at the seams

hide their blades in hollowed Bibles

hearts held heavy underneath