Sometimes I sit and wonder why
Why you're made the way you are
How a light that burns so bright
Can't help but swallow the sky
Sometimes I sit and wonder why
Why I carry on this torch
Its blinding light is dark as night
It burns my eyes but I don't mind, it leads to you
And I'm sorry for making you the answer
For making you the answer
For wanting you more than any of these words
And any of these chords
And I'm sorry for making you the answer
For making you the answer
For wanting you more than any of these words
And any of these chords
There you are
The one I need
The air I breathe
The blood that runs the rivers of my veins
To my cold dead hands, strumming these chords
To your cold deaf ears, I never got through
Did you get your fill? I'm running on fumes
But just one more hit, I'll sew up these seams again
One more hit, across my face
While you grin and fuck me one last time
Did you get your fill? You feeling alive?
Did you get revenge?
I'm not him, I'm not him
But I'm willing
But I'm willing
But I'm willing