Verse 1: Confrontation, face-to-face. It's time to see if your fist is as weak as your embrace.
Chorus 1: Holding her hand, breathless as she sleeps. Ash and envy blankets what we keep. Nothing to lose. Nothing to prove. But I'd do it all again for the chance to touch her skin. Oh, ash and envy, breathe it in.
Verse 2: Open season for the beating. Welcome signs, quite the greeting but before we begin, hear me out.
Chorus 2: She just wants to smile, feel alive for a while. Never-mind circumstance. It's a sin, I admit, but it was honest, nonetheless. I would gladly take a hit for the damage I've caused. I accept that I'm flawed but you never own up to the fact that you're rough around the edges of love. Maybe you've never had enough or maybe you're just too tough to let it in.
Bridge: What did you expect? You neglected her needs. All the while, she was loyal; accepting defeat. I should blame you... Who could blame me? One look at her and you see what I mean. She's a knockout, dead gorgeous and she doesn't deserve you. She doesn't deserve this mess.
Trembling bodies, broken hearts, I swear it's routine like you've forgotten how to care.