Wrists bled on linoleum floors My, how you've suffered A heart you can't situate I'll be whoever However you want me It's just easy to repent for a pretty face You're no saving grace Too bad, I might start to lose faith Lay me in your shame Is it so bad? Something I couldn't shake Repent on the blade you divorced on the sink Left of your rosary You found a bird, moribund You took it home in your palms Tongue and verse, nailed it up Now you've gone and fucking murdered it Fickle God You're no saving grace Too bad, I might start to lose faith Lay me in your shame Is it so bad? Something I couldn't shake Shouldn't be such desperate times Shouldn't be such desperate times Shouldn't be such desperate times Shouldn't be such desperate times Shouldn't be such desperate times Shouldn't be such desperate times Shouldn't be such desperate times Shouldn't be such desperate times Shouldn't be such desperate times Shouldn't be such desperate times Shouldn't be such desperate times Shouldn't be such desperate times