Why would you marry me? Or was it for our families?
We share a bed at their feet
And our nights, well we dwell on these fights
And we punish our son for the times that we've lied
And youâve deafened the choir, you bed-ridden horse
And youâve spit on my motions as if they were yours
Iâm aware youâre in need and youâre counting on me
Why waste living on the likes of me? Save conscience for the slaughtered sheep
Well, Iâve been meaning to give you a reason
The stones in hand will block out the sun, theyâll cleanse our sins just for fun
While youâve been sleeping, Iâm wide-awake dreaming
When my loverâs touch has faded and I wake upâ¦
Sheâs not next to me
Iâm alive, Iâm unwell
Maybe heading to hell
Iâm alive, but unwell, and I sure deserve hell
Iâm alive and a lie, such a lie, itâs a lieâ¦
Itâs a lie
In the backseat, you can find me with my lover
Just a crutch for the night
Her heart flutters at the drop of a dime
And when the night is young Iâve had my fun
Iâll hold her far and tight