I don't deserve it And that's what hurts the most Intention's nearly perfect But I fumbled it with words Oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh oh Drummer's left, brother's two steps behind him And mother's cancer kindly cut out from inside of her Words in this tone, like flowers in the sand Bloom, only vibrant for an instant Oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh oh Oh-oh-oh oh Oh-oh-oh oh I hold your bitter fruit I know the taste of you Like smoke, it fills this room Once more, I ask of you These bones inside of me My home, my lust, my fantasy This code, this slavery Break it, break all of me Hoh-oh-oh oh Hoh-oh-oh oh Hoh-oh-oh oh Hoh-oh-oh oh Hi death, I feel your sting Stuck in faith, in mind, in wind Hi Dad, I've heard you sing Go find Mom with what I bring Oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh