I would've sang hymns to you,
If those sleepless nights didn't flash in my eyes,
If I didn't remember those rumbling sobs,
My voice breaking with every tear drop,
Forcing myself to believe your excuse,
If it weren't so,
I would've sang hymns to you,
I remember them all, they live on my skin,
I hold the emblem of the ruin,
I'm a faded blotch of the colors I've been,
Paying dearly for both of our sins.
It would've been nice,
To stick your name on this book,
To birth a vessel of your smile,
And write how you used to look,
When my presence set you alight.
Trust me I would've sang hymns to you,
If my wound aged with grace,
And didn't hurt anew.
If those sleepless nights didn't flash in my eyes,
If I didn't remember those rumbling sobs,
My voice breaking with every tear drop,
Forcing myself to believe your excuse,
If it weren't so,
I would've sang hymns to you,
I remember them all, they live on my skin,
I hold the emblem of the ruin,
I'm a faded blotch of the colors I've been,
Paying dearly for both of our sins.
It would've been nice,
To stick your name on this book,
To birth a vessel of your smile,
And write how you used to look,
When my presence set you alight.
Trust me I would've sang hymns to you,
If my wound aged with grace,
And didn't hurt anew.