God's got his hopes up but I'm just staring at the ceiling. It's a shame his attention seems so unappealing.
The spine - of this - story - is split - in half
I've turned - pages - from front - to back.
(over and over)
from front - to back
(over and over)
Searching for the grace I've been told I lack, another morning comes, another devil laughs.
Dig a hole in the earth, fill it with your demons.
Drop the memories in, along with whatever reasons.
and when you lower the coffin, sealed with loss
fill it with dirt, carve my name in the cross.
The spine - of this - story - is split - in half
I've turned - pages - from front - to back.
(over and over)
from front - to back
(over and over)
Searching for the grace I've been told I lack, another morning comes, another devil laughs.
Dig a hole in the earth, fill it with your demons.
Drop the memories in, along with whatever reasons.
and when you lower the coffin, sealed with loss
fill it with dirt, carve my name in the cross.