Bruises for Baby.

Forgive me father, I have sinned.

Got wrapped up in my lies again.

The ones I told myself about the way he was, when he was falling over lush and I was falling in love.

Thought he'd be so much better off.

Well now I'm so much better off,

But in my own selfish way

I miss that love-drunk high,

He was an olive-eyed baby singing star-crossed lullabies

Through blush wet lips,

Wrapped around his fingertips like silver wedding bands.

And they said "Thou shalt not covet they neighbors wife" in landfills or in coffins so I changed my mind;

But she should watch her mouth.

And I'd lose my voice with Hail Mary's if I didn't already know
that depending on him was like pissing in the wind, and I'm finally letting go.


He gave me reason, and gave her rings.

Well save me that knife to my back and he can keep his family.

I'm not digging up skeletons of who he used to be, cause it won't be with me.

I can't fight for empty bottles anymore, his body's a ghost town.

Just wanted him to come back down from that pedistool he's climbed on, and go back to bein' that
guy I fell for when he was falling down, just say they aren't workin' out,

cause he'd be so much better off

love-drunk high, could be my olive-eyed baby singing star-crossed lullabies through cut up lips;
cigarette between his fingertips.

And we'd be better off if we could go back in time and change our pretty little lives.

But they said

'Abandon all hope when entering here, take off your coat and skin. We've been waiting for someone like you.'

Like no rest for the wicked won't rest in peace, amen.