he has no faith but
he's familiar with hell
and there's no telling
how he made it out alive
but for all the friends he's lost
he'll sing a song of how they tried
he knows someday it'll be okay
he's got her so
he'll never be alone

my hairs on fire and there's
no driver behind the wheel
she tells me
"i have no idea what this feels like"
and for once i know
exactly what she's talking about

first through the door
but last to the bar
the night is always over
right from the start

a voice will ring out
"off with his head!"
but the joke is on her
cause i'm already dead

so i pour one out
for fairweather friends
who got caught up in love
and other violent ends

i go for a swim
and drown in my drink
with the weight of the world
"my, how fast he did sink!"

she said
go with grief
whilst i pray for plagues
and wish for what once was

i said
don't believe anyone
who tells you
you deserved this

you prayed for a savior
so i put these holes
in my hands
it's all for you
and i can't stop shaking
if you don't stop shaking

a moment of joy
a fall from grace
now an empty shelf
instead of an angels space

always cracked, no matter
how well it's assembled
gone, lost to our breath or
the ground as it trembles

i asked what she'd found
as she collected the fragments
a feeling of loss, hopelessness
despair and detachment

it was only half as precious
as i had originally thought
she smiled as she told me
love is given, never bought

the tear has turned to torn
meant for fields of hearts broken
an eternity for those imperfect
inherently known but never spoken

a decree of modesty
it's said they fought til the last man
but who then told the story
of those who question, but never understand

surrounded by slumbers
a condition constantly denied
a lifetime sickened by grief
lord, believe that i've tried