Goodnight my Love, my lovely Love Goddamn shame to be a traitor
I've got God in a shoebox under my bed waiting for my finger
We both look better in the dark so I'll do it while were sleeping,
That way I will not reflect my father's defining feature
The absence of consciousness, welcomes the presence of formulated manipulation
I won't feel a thing if you don't
Feel what I feel and you'll find faith to believe in God
God I need you, because I am familiar with the Devil
I've been waiting for the sun to come and dry up all this rain,
But I'm caught out in the storm
It's three am and I've got you good I"ve got you right where I want you
It must be easy to hold your tongue now with help from a forty-five
"Next Exit: One Mile" it read, but you're moving a mile a minute
That gives you around sixty seconds before you reach your destination
Where will you go?
I won't feel a thing if you don't
Your safety came with distance but you foolishly fell into consistency
Place your hand where it does not belong and I'll be a reminder of your size
Your steady way mirrors the end, the vibrance that fill the pillow behind the head
The one you chose to live within, the one that said, that one that says
Black quite quickly
White next swiftly
Oh so sorry
Buenas Noches