i sat down in the dirt i was born again
a sharp reminder of my favorite approach
he spat in your face and he expected a note
the blood of god is staining my hands
can we sit and cry a while?
i beg for position like a broken seam
a permanent argument for another man's dream
i bit down and tasted myself deep in you
with steel in my teeth i look to the sky and said:
if this is free then i won't take it
my forgiving tongue remember when i made it
with my broken heart i said i'd look over you
blinking lids on hollow faces
this misconception we painted
on a postcard simple and naked
i'm the savior that betrayed you
if this is free then i don't need it
i gave you someone to bleed with
you promised every breath i took that i'd look over you
a subtle smile that i never had
a bleeding heart that i never had
if this is free then i won't take it
my forgiving tongue remember when i made it
with my broken heart in hand i look over you
if i'm free then you won't take me
how impossible do you have to make me?
with my broken heart in hand