why would you marry me or was it for our families we share a bed at their feet and our nights well we dwell on these fights and we punish our son for the times that we ve lied and youve deafened the choir you bed ridden horse and youve spit on my motions as if they were yours im aware youre in need and youre counting on me why waste living on the likes of me save conscience for the slaughtered sheep well ive been meaning to give you a reason the stones in hand will block out the sun theyll cleanse our sins just for fun while youve been sleeping im wide awake dreaming when my lovers touch has faded and i wake up shes not next to me im alive im unwell maybe heading to hell im alive but unwell and i sure deserve hell im alive and a lie such a lie its a lie its a lie in the backseat you can find me with my lover just a crutch for the night her heart flutters at the drop of a dime and when the night is young ive had my fun ill hold her far and tight