The chaps on my lips are revealing The truth is I cannot forget it But now I am healing Dissent from our bed sheets My fingers are crossed I am up to no good Pour salt in my wounds Her story revolts me Sedated instead To find what I'm searching for I'll sleep when I'm dead Don't call me a sinner For I am your saint Trapped inside my head Pretending I feel it again I need a new blend Write letters of solitude I can't escape it They've run around Oh, what a fate you defy Blame it on faults in my eyes You know that I feel what I feel I feel like it's time to get real Her stories will break you But it will not make you Turn around and run Scorch in the sun Forcing my hand and my futile remains I'm coming apart I will see you in hell