Well if there's really just one heaven, then my chance of getting in is much too slim. So many bottles and temptresses, they only add to my sins. They say there's no hunger and no thirst that you'd adore. I'm just a stranger, 'cause this preacher doesn't make sense anymore. My will was so strong and it took much too long to be honest with myself. Doth this offend you? If you're just my God for the weekend then we might have a problem because I'm planning to sleep in. It's nothing personal. You employ so many others, let this one take the worn and twisting trail. My skull is a castle. No more rest for the dead. Wake up, wake up it's time for the blood to be shed. You can call me lonely. You can tell me I'm vain, which is how I take your name. So on the coldest day of the year I won't be burning bridges in fear. But if you're around when it's my time, I'll give you the chance to prove me wrong. Until then let's just go our separate ways.

She stopped and turned around, one last step before the door. She said to me, "I would never lie to you, every part of me honestly hates you." That slamming screen door still wakes me up at night and I can still feel the wind from that cold December night. Tell me what I said wrong, what should have gone right? Rewind me one more time, I swear I'll leave the bottle alone tonight. Speak softly in key, your heart in tune with the waves in the sea. Only reason for living was knowing there was a "you and me." My one last chance. One more hope at a lover's romance. We can meet on the moon, hope you're ready to dance because the thought of your smile keeps the blood in my hands. Maybe just let the time go, I'm sure I can forget.

I've been forcing love upon myself.
In every which way, I could just not let you go, and now I'm caught in this awkward phase of starting to unknow you.
There came a time when I couldn't look into my eyes.
Terrified of all the guilt and shame I've brought into my life.
But I know that I'll prevail
When my lips shed their skin,
I'll have lost the taste of you once again.
I won't speak for this sunset, but I'm pretty sure these colors have never been this dull before.
It must be that time of year,
I've caught the lonely season fever.

Must she take cover, as just another disposable pleasure rather than sacred treasure.
Felt your breath on my back, could've sworn you were still awake. I miss her warmth everyday.
Heart filled with so many empty spaces and I'm just too young to know I can't get over anything. Well I want everything that I have never seen.
Honestly, it was a poor choice of words... thought I'd regret it, but this feeling just rips a soul to shreds. And I'll never forget it.
At times we get carried away. Leaving love letters for no one to read, not even you or me.
Despite this cold and this pain and this twisted lover's game, I see a man I could enjoy, or at least get used to if that's what is best for you.
Felt your breath on my back, are you still awake? Just wanted to tell you, 'please keep me warm everyday.'

What could I have had?
Who should have I become?
These flaws run too deep to change,
and you won't even listen to my whispering voice.
Whistle through the branches, rustling with the leaves.
Dig to the roots, and find the seeds buried deep.
Cold and wet;
Where life hides for a calm place to breathe.
When the season changes I will awake,
To meet the consequence of your actions you chose to take.
As death occurs, flowers will bloom to witness and share in mourning.
Quiet and peaceful.
For us, there will never be another morning.