You’re the closest thing i’ve got to talking to god.
Cause he never answers anyone’s prayers.
And when I met you i found out you loved the color blue, the moon, and me.
Now i stay in at night,
I’ve smashed all the damn mirrors in my house but i can’t escape the way you make me feel so i let vodka numb all five senses, maybe I won’t remember you not picking up the phone this time. 
And I shutter as I think back to when I said 
“I really hope you don’t break my heart” And i believed you’d keep your promise. Promise?
Promises.
Empty promises.

I used to hear from you every day but I think god finally gave up on me. 

I miss the marks you left on my skin.
Burt they just lay inside my ribcage now.

See you were my greatest sin and I was foolish to think I wouldn’t go through hell for you. 
4 am
Monday through Friday 6:30 p.m. to 8:00 p.m.
Weekends/holidays 1:00 p.m. to 3:00 p.m. & 6:30 p.m. to 8:00 p.m.
11 pm
1 am
2 pm 
3 am 
I just want to go home. 
You are home.
You are my home and I’ve lost the damn key so i’ll sit here in the rain on your front porch step
Praying.

And through the burns, bruises, and cuts id still make a deal with the devil to be with you again. 

I’m addicted to this sin.
I’m addicted to your skin.
I think a snake bit me when i met you.
And the poisson's been running through my bloodstream ever since.

It’s funny cause i used to tell you that you were in my veins.
So I’ll claw at my wrists to let you bleed out of this vessel but I’m certain id stitch myself up in a matter of minutes because i can’t stand the thought of letting you go. 

I never understand why people went to church until i met you. 
Now i’ve got foolish faith but on judgement day i’m just gonna be fucked arent i?
Cause god stopped listening a long time ago.

cvrupted