You keep a bible next to your bed

To burn the evil thoughts from your head

Count the good days one by one

God, how wicked we've become

If somebody's coming for me

I'm ready to fight

With clenched fists and broken teeth

I've been up all night

And if death is waiting for me

I'm ready to go

There's no heaven above me

No bitter end below

Your walls are filled with posters of girls you wish you knew

Sad songs on the record player next to you

Cut your hair off, change your name

But inside, darling, you're still the same

These needles in your bloodstream

And bruises on your arms

You're a pale white painter's canvas

I've never seen a heart like yours

I wrote your wedding song

And watched her throw her bouquet

I'd write my own funeral hymn

And watch you dance all day

There's no beauty in dying

We just carry on

All rivers drain to the ocean

And all oceans bring us home

We live in a world of street signs

And traffic lights

And words like "Forgive me

Nothing feels like home tonight."