Cold air fills lungs that used to breathe you in.
Blow it into my hands to bring the warmth back.
The snow in the air flutters down, and it’s beautiful
But so is your face so I guess I’ll come inside.
I’ve dammed up your river for so long,
That there is a drought inside me now
It may be time to kick open the flood gates
And let you wash over me.
They say you always hurt the ones you love,
But how to explain hurting the ones who love you back?
No sympathy for the devil, but I feel bad for your demons.
Because you’ve made a hobby out of stopping heartbeats.
I’ve been led into battle by the promise of your body.
Shells crack and bullets fly, but I walk unaffected.
I know it’s you that fires upon me, you don’t shoot to kill.
They’re just warning shots to keep me cautious.
Sinking deep, staring up at the sun through the surface.
I would swim back to you, but I wear your concrete shoes.
Bubbles pop to keep time to the rhythm you left me with.
I’ve let myself drown in you like a shipwreck to be pillaged.
They say you always hurt the ones you love,
But how to explain hurting the ones who love you back?
No sympathy for the devil, but I feel bad for your demons.
Because you’ve made a hobby out of stopping heartbeats.
If you need to laugh, call me a court jester.
If you need some faith, call me a lonely preacher.
If you need to bleed, call me a razor’s edge.
If you need some luck, call me the safe bet.
If you need a song, call me your amplifier.
And if you need nothing at all, Call me anyway.
They say you always hurt the ones you love,
But how to explain hurting the ones who love you back?
No sympathy for the devil, but I feel bad for your demons.
Because you’ve made a hobby out of stopping heartbeats.
They say you always take the path less traveled,
But how do you explain burning our bridge along the way?
No empathy for my heartache, but you feel bad for yourself.
Because you love nothing more than stopping heartbeats.
