Has the poet lost his way
Halfway between the blackouts and Bible verses
Seeing life through a rose colored lense
Forgetting why He ever started

And where does your mind go…

In those midnight lights
Trying to make sense of what makes no sense at all

And you play such a sad song
As the cigarette burns, trying to make sense
Of your bleeding eyes and broken romance

He’ll bleed himself through the words
So slowly so divine
He’ll fill your cup and watch it run over
Overflow your mind

And you know I’ve always thought the reason
For this treason would break a man inside
But now I know that He’ll rise above
And bleed his own self-constructing blood
Goodbye to the innocent love

Our innocent love