Verse 1:
Confrontation,
face-to-face.
It's time to see if your fist
is as weak as your embrace.
 [bad word] 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. [bad word] signs,
quite the greeting
but before we begin,
hear me out.
 [bad word] 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.