Sinner's Serenade

Oh God, no Please don't tell her What I've done; I can hardly look at her Everything I love I hurt Oh God, yes She is love, she is sex But I used her for the game; A scapegoat to carry the blame For a hate song For a hate song Like masochism I hate these hate songs Holding a dove Then clipping it's wings off Someone you love And you give them the kiss off Someone to love And you fuck it up! How I hate these dirty words I emulate How I hate ruining what I create How I hate this (and I hate that you don't fall for it) This sinner's serenade This hate song (this self defecation) Isn't helping anyone Save the sinner Save the sinner Save the sinner He knows not what he's done to himself What he's done to others He hides behind words He hides behind liquor; He hides in his bedroom with his guitar Screaming, "Sinner!" Oh God Look what I've done In the bedroom