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You had me feeling helpless,
In your honeyed hurricane wake.
You left me laying like a driftwood sculpture,
On the sand.
I want you to know,
I don't understand things the way you do.
God scares the Hell out of me.
I hack up my sins,
And spit them in the sink,
Before I kiss you.
I don't want you to taste my lack of faith.
I should have written you a love song instead,
But words can't be pawned like violins.
I never meant to tell you the truth,
But the truth is,
I always want to live in your mind,
As the one that never hurt that bad.
I want to make a splash in your life.
Like cherries dropped on sundaes from skyscrapers.
Now there's whipped mess everywhere.
What the hell was I thinking?
I guess love was never meant to be clean.
I really should have written you a love song.
But excuses are made of rain,
So you'll get this instead.