I find it funny That I raised myself From the cradle To the grave. I never got a chance to be a baby.

I was born of the Virgin Mary, Given life to rid earth of evil. Blood on my hands, Dirt on my hands, I’m akin with Christ Himself.

There’s always a morning, But there’s the night, too. Every faith has a savior, But the devil always follows suit. There will be spring,

This feeling Makes me want to bless my friends… And find redemption in death. I want to stand in the rain 'Til my bones shake apart

I’ve been waiting For years And days And all the seconds For a warm body.

How can somebody Who loves to explore Be so afraid to leave?

Spring into fall, And we’ve all hit a wall. Love comes quickly. Sometimes, it grows. Summer, then rain,

Like Augustus, I fear oblivion When I should pass.

While I’m alone, He’s with her. While I’m crying, He’s kissing And rolling

Walking by at night, I saw the falling snow Tumble down like sleep. God, how could you be So cruel as to give

A tree fell in the park last night… I didn’t hear it go. The innards smelled of peppermint, And I felt the crumbling dirt Turn into ash in my hand.

I remember how I cried When they cut down Our tree.

What you meant– What I meant When I said, “I love you.” What you meant to me Wasn’t what you said

I could hop on a train. Grow akin to the screaming and whi… Where would I go? Far from here, from cold. Tell my parents my love,

I lost my innocence On a king-sized sheet With four posters And the two of us. Just the two of us