Has the poet lost his way 

Halfway between the blackouts and Bible verses 

Seeing life through a rose colored lense 

Forgetting why He ever started 



And where does your mind go… 



In those midnight lights 

Trying to make sense of what makes no sense at all 



And you play such a sad song 

As the cigarette burns, trying to make sense 

Of your bleeding eyes and broken romance 



He’ll bleed himself through the words 

So slowly so divine 

He’ll fill your cup and watch it run over 

Overflow your mind 



And you know I’ve always thought the reason 

For this treason would break a man inside 

But now I know that He’ll rise above 

And bleed his own self-constructing blood 

Goodbye to the innocent love 



Our innocent love