Bless You! Lyrics

Lights out

You start to leave

Bite my tongue so hard it bleeds

I'll grip you like rosary beads

Dent the pews as I bruise my knees

You are the worst kind of liar

A prophet with false hope

You offered me a stool

When you knew I had rope

My voicemail is not your confession booth

There is no contrition in the way your lips move

Where is the penance if none of it is true?

What I would give to be a saint like you

Blessed are we

The tortured

The dammed

The sinners

The lovers who bite the hand

That feeds

That bleeds

That takes more than gives

A sign of the cross on your pretty blue lips

God forgive my naivety

A lack of sleep makes you look holy

Poison your thoughts as you pray for me

A martyr in a crusade of misery

A martyr in a crusade of misery

A martyr in a crusade of misery

A martyr in a crusade of