Has the poet lost his way

Halfway between the blackouts and Bible verses

Seeing life through a rose colored lense

Forgetting why He ever started

And where does your mind go

In those midnight lights

Trying to make sense of what makes no sense at all

And you play such a sad song

As the cigarette burns, trying to make sense



Of your bleeding eyes and broken romance

He'll bleed himself through the words

So slowly so divine

He'll fill your cup and watch it run over

Overflow your mind

And you know I've always thought the reason

For this treason would break a man inside

But now I know that He'll rise above

And bleed his own self-constructing blood

Goodbye to the innocent love

Our innocent love