Beautiful saint,
let’s take a walk in my basement.
We can study how the rain falls.
Don’t leave, I’ll be alone again.
These walls can’t hold conversations
for the life of them.
Please stay and rejuvenate my body,
you got the lips to jump-start my heart.
Or like a battery charged
I’ll restart these feelings.
Oh look how my strings follow
this tune and the melody you produce.
Your voice is the product of something new.

If you really need to fight for me then go
if you really want to stay then let me know.
You have the choice, the heart, and mind.
We’re dying tonight, everything’s alright.
We met at the most inopportune time.
Is there a safe haven nearby?
I’ll be the lover, you be the ghost.
Let’s die tonight, everything’s alright.

You’re not the gold on my throne; you are the pain in my head.
You’re the ghost that sends me closer to death,
I am a demon, you are a saint.
Can two lovers stay that way or break?
And so tonight I will disappear from everyone who loves me.
I have a question for those who do:
Why do you? Why do you?


If you really need to search for me then leave.
If you really want to love me then just breathe
and think of something to occupy
your mind, I’m just a waste of time.
I had it all wrong from those looks.
If a thief gets caught, should he give back what he took?
The punishment is worse than it seems.
If I die tonight, will I wake up from this dream?