I Made You Myself Deliver You From Bad News
I was in a bad spot
Stumbling, slurring
Derailed
And just sapped of all thought
I was crawling to you
Dragged my weak bones along
Within you, I could hide
You opened wide, tiny rose
You had no damn idea
What kind of man I was
So you paid the price
Pulled you from the soil and sun
I let your petals wither up dry
You fell apart over night
I told you most things you wanted to hear
And you were so fast to believe in me
You told me most things I wanted to hear
But the means of our meeting was something I feared
Let's not become in debt
In debt to one another
Not so sure that my mind is so willing
Or body has fully recovered
I told you most things you wanted to hear
And the deeper your roots would grow into me
You told me most things I wanted to hear
So I tried to believe
There's no life as a weak man
Only guilt from what you did or haven't done
If you know
Why the wait?
Couldn't you say
What sits on your mind
You're just wasting your time
Why do you hide
Forgive me, please, you fragile thing
I should know
Better than to let you hurt
But my hands, they shake
As they hold your fate
Unsure
I would have changed my ways
Had I known that would be planted in doubt
But the truth strikes a chord
So clear
A tune
So loud
Oh she hates the sound
You were bound to be a better thing
Without my doubt
Oh I feel you
Burning away
You are a cloud
Looming gray with your bad news
Deliver yourself from the rain
And the thunderous pound
Oh you know how she hates the sound
She hates the sound
