They say you pick everything you find
I guess what
they say is [bad word] 

Now all my roses have fallen behind
I’m left with bloody
thorns from you 

Lust is easy love is hard
You flatter those you scarcely
know
You please the fleeting guest 
And deal out thoughtless blows

To the
one who loves you the most

I take you up the mountain
You take my heart and
push me to the ground

I give you all my power
You give me nothing but your
broken crown
I teach your pain how to sing
You teach me why I leave what I
have found
I take you up the mountain

You take my heart and push me to the
ground

You shed a little light and cave in on me
The villain begs the hero
to choose

From the dust and dogs of empty days 
The silence whistles
memories of you

Oh [bad word] lover quickly go
Scrape the surface you’re a
skipping stone
When you disappear I’m better off with tears
Than knowing I
was always alone