| The Bible used to know my name
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| With Heaven’s weeping holy tears
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| Love that tastes like sweet champagne
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| I’m chasing after hollow fears
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| I’ve been staring at walls and I’ve been praying to the ceiling fan
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| That moves the air in the room in a way that no human can
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| I’ve been ignoring my calls
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| And I’ve been hoping for another man to sweep her off her feet
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| So she’s happy without my hands
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| 'Cause I’m so ready to be loved
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| But I can only pour out once I’m full
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| I’m ready to turn back to dust
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| But I cannot ignore the fact that I always play the fool
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| I’m sure I’m fine, I just don’t wanna check or let this set
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| A while longer feels stronger than forget
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| That my silence is as deep as my lack of sleep
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| My sense of peace and my lasting defeat
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| Darling, I know this hurts
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| But promise me someday you’ll be happy
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| So this pain means something
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| The Bible used to know my name
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| With Heaven’s weeping holy tears
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| Love that tastes like sweet champagne
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| I’m chasing after hollow fears
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| The Bible used to know my name
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| With Heaven’s weeping holy tears
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| Love’s a loss and love’s a gain
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| Hoping I feel at home, my dear
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| The night before our first interaction was an embrace
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| Of exploration of nothing or everything
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| Depending on how you choose to perceive dreaming
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| I spent an eternity in four seconds focusing on the thought
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| That maybe love was just hormones, chemical abnormalities
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| Or social cravings
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| But then I met myself for the first time
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| When I made a lifelong promise that I knew I could keep
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| Because prior to my suicide
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| I thought lifelong promises were always selfish
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| Or at least seeded in some sort of embellished lie
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| We choose to believe
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| But I’ve been told enough times that I’m going insane
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| Just still want to breathe
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| The Bible used to know my name
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| With Heaven’s weeping holy tears
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| Love that tastes like sweet champagne
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| I’m chasing after hollow fears
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| The Bible used to know my name
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| With Heaven’s weeping holy tears
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| Love’s a loss and love’s a gain
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| Hoping I feel at home, my dear
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| «I miss you so much. |
| And I need you in my life. |
| So please. |
| Please stay.
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| You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, after everything that’s
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| happened.» |