The Way She Cut Through His Bed Like A Snake

Oh god. Here I go again. Down the rabbit hole. Self destructing. Under my rib cage lies the fault within. I hope you don't mind. "Shoots from the heart instead of the head", just like this says... this is it. Exact description. Cuts like a knife.

He found a curse around his neck
like a yoke; he knows he'll never forget
the way she cut through his bed
like a snake would bite through a cape of flesh

But he holds her
though she's broken
Swears he don't care where she's been
He's tired
of being human
Wears her close to the bone as though
she were his own skin.

Shoots from the heart instead of the head
his mouth and his words, they rarely connect
he looks to the past and where his tongue's tread
and he knows he's meant the opposite

But she holds him
like an infant
though it breaks her in half
to know he'll wait like a man
Sold on cold indifference,
when he reaches for her, she's gone,
she slips like the wind through blackened sails

Who are we to love at all?

I hope you don't mind
if I hang all of my hopes,
I hang all of my hopes on this time

Although I've been warned
I'll probably get burned
I'd rather get burned
than to not try.

I hope you don't mind
if I hang all of my hopes
I hang all of my hopes on this time
'cause you won't
let it go .