A List of All the Ways

There’s a list inside my head of all the ways I’ve done you wrong.

There’s a list underneath my hands of all the ways I’ve hurt you.

There’s a list in my heart of all the ways I’ve failed you.

And there’s a list underneath your skin of every way I’ve betrayed you.

It’s a history, a life, a making, consequences of a demon.

The burn in my ribs is the kick from your pain.

The fire on my hands is the failure I am to you.

And I know there are scars across your skin

and they should be mine.

They should be mine.

There’s a list inside my head of all the ways I’ve done you wrong.

There’s a list underneath my hands of all the ways I’ve hurt you.

There’s a list in my heart of all the ways I’ve failed you.

And there’s a list underneath your skin of every way I’ve betrayed you.

It’s a history, a life, a making, consequences of a demon.

There’s fire across your skin and I’m holding the lighter.

What am I, what am I, what am I without you.

I don’t understand.

Dunno where the kerosine came from, dunno where the spark is from.
Didn’t know I could do this kind of damage to you.

There’s a list inside my head of all the ways I’ve lit you up.

There’s a list underneath my hands of all the ways it’s fired back to me.

There’s a list in my heart of all the burns on your body.

There’s a list in, underneath your skin of every way I’ve betrayed you.

It’s family, it’s broken, it’s the bad of having me as yours.

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