Pride Alone Won't Put This Fire Out

I should have screamed at her. She might've woken up

It'd make a much better story than the one I've got

Because the world heard all it cared to hear about dying

She's a saint and I'm a predator. We never pra(e)y alone

The lord built me from dirt to build her out of my bones

That's how the world heard all it ever could about lying

And every song's about the young while we're decaying

I'll let you in if you've got the stomach to watch me swallow the sea.

Because my pride alone won't put this fire out.

And it's all that ever kept me warm

I should've screamed at her. She might've smartened up

What kind of twisted conversation ends in giving up?

But then the world's heard just about enough of your whining

I'm a prick because I'm built for it. My teeth are water stones

Keeping my bayonet sharp in case these gunpowder lungs

Allow the world in just a bit too close to ignite them

And every song's about the young while we're decaying

Like some uninspired cadence but baby

The scenes define our home. The crooked frames we claim we're leaving behind

From slamming our way through these doors. These scenes define our home

Because the world's heard just about enough of your whining

I'm fine as long as when they sing about

The young while we're decaying Like some final fading cadence

You can hold my hand and watch me mouth the words