Untitled Song

She opens her eyes
And it is cold
And she tries to cry
But she feels too old
And I have bent (or "been") over this before
And I walk between your hands
Through the loneliest embrace
Til the dregs are like an ether can
I push in aside just for...
For the mate of the space within it
Replace the bedding for a fool's
So they can spit in it
And chased in all amongst some doubt (or maybe "down" to recall the bedding?)
Where the tears go to be forgotten
And placed all that I've [bad word] 
Into a place where it goes rotten.
Oh tear and throw this in on me, darlin'
Oh tear, tear this and throw it all over me
And now put (or "get") it all over me
All over me
And push it down.
Just light (or "like") the match
Burn it out.
Watch the wood (or "world") turn black.
Then I can hold you
With my sin.
Can I console you
or help this hole (or "hold")?
Is it easier now? 

9 Crimes

Leave me out with the waste
This is not what I do
It's the wrong kind of place
To be thinking of you
It's the wrong time
For somebody new
It's a small crime
And I've got no excuse

Is that alright?
Give my gun away when it's loaded
Is that alright?
If u don't shoot it how am I supposed to hold it
Is that alright?
Give my gun away when it's loaded
Is that alright
With you?

Leave me out with the waste
This is not what I do
It's the wrong kind of place
To be cheating on you
It's the wrong time
She's pulling me through
It's a small crime
And I've got no excuse

Is that alright?
I give my gun away when it's loaded
Is that alright?
If you dont shoot it, how am I supposed to hold it
Is that alright?
I give my gun away when it's loaded
Is that alright
Is that alright with you?