I use to think
I belonged down in hell
Going to church
Where the addicts go to meet
Seeking shelter from their demons
Trading shame for amnesty
Till reprieves fell on hurting shoulders
While my thoughts eat me alive
From the inside
And my body feels like a prison
Where my soul resides
Till I wake up
And there you lay

I am a tradesman
I work a 6 till 3
Perfectly suited to normality
Yet, drawn to melody
Planting trees to treat apathy
For, when the speckled snows come
With death and blasphemy
What a natural causality
Yet, I’ll be here planting trees
For you and I
Just to be able to breathe

I have lovely days
When I’m with you
The way you move
Makes my mind stray
It’s everything you do
Like the way you say my name
I have lovely nights
When I’m with you
And when the morning comes
When we’re dancing free
I’ll have lovely days
If I’m with you

Twenty-six
It’s funny
I use to find the most creative ways
To destroy myself
I use to be able to do it better
Oh, magnificently tearing down
Than anyone else
The smell of gasoline fumes
Surprised when I light myself on fire
Till you came a long
And grabbed my hand
Never looked right past me
Doused me in heavenly water
Nursed me back to health
Holding all I have over open flames
Two-stepping with Hades
As he beckons my broken parts
Oh, come on he says
I can not undo what I have done
But, it’s easier to accept with you
He can’t get to me with you