Not many run-ins with the blade
Just always missing the worst but it always comes
Praying to a savior you never loved
They said you made it
A few of us disagree
Compliments of the red letter king
You've made me numb and it's all my fault
My my I think I've become one of the weak
Maybe I should be leaving giving you quite the resting
Forgotten what happiness feels like
I'm the hypocrite you wrote about