A cold razor cuts against her skin
the blood drips to the floor...

I have my demons
no one knows...

My mind and pulse race
how could you forget her face...

Oh I get so angry
Thinking of you...

My name is a crown of leaves
six letters from old english...

The tables are all cleaned
the lights are turned down low...

Her bleached bones
are worn with worry...

Long goodbyes
and second chances...

You're killing me slowly
from all this pain...

Looking at these pictures
we took that day in summer...

I wanna be bad
When i look at you...

You can shatter everything
I'll still be fine...