Has the poet lost his way Halfway between the blackouts and Bible verses Seeing life through a rose colored lense Forgetting why He ever started And where does your mind go… In those midnight lights Trying to make sense of what makes no sense at all And you play such a sad song As the cigarette burns, trying to make sense Of your bleeding eyes and broken romance He'll bleed himself through the words So slowly so divine He'll fill your cup and watch it run over Overflow your mind And you know I've always thought the reason For this treason would break a man inside But now I know that He'll rise above And bleed his own self-constructing blood Goodbye to the innocent love Our innocent love