but if no one sings along in praise, are you still proud when i open my mouth?

i was just wondering if there’s any way that you made a mistake

vessel of brightness, come make me blind

wish i could write songs about anything other than death

come on, baby, put a little sugar in the tank

whenever i’m alone with you, can’t talk

i can’t tell the difference when i’m all alone

i’m an amputee, with a phantom touch

i wish that i drank because of you and not only because of me

i can see where this is going but i can’t find the break

honey, i’m not stupid i know no one wins this kind of thing

but when i turn out the lights

i know you were trying to help but you’re only making it worse

living with demons i’ve mistaken for saints

when i go out at night and grind my teeth like sutures

and i would have loved you with a dying fire

going off the rails got enough gas and time to waste

it doesn’t feel too too bad, but it doesn’t feel too good either

when it dies, you can tell me how much was a lie

trying to find a reason to fight but someone’s got my head in a ziptie