I've known disgrace
Torn my body
Broke my bones
Too many times

I trouble my mind
Thinking about heaven
Sitting in hell
Doing time

I've felt desire
Burn my language
Turn my circles
Into lines

I figure my sentence
With no punctuation
I just keep thinking
We're doing fine

Like an empty trash can
Won't be taken
Can't feel nothing
Got nothing inside

You tell me
But I know you're faking
When it comes down to it
You're still mine