MM/DD/YYYY (Part II) Hotel Books

I embedded my home into another one's ambitions
The battle of mind and heart, a terrible mix-up
We foolishly tricked ourselves into believing
That there was some sort of in dignity in giving up
Selfishness was not hesitant to plant that white cross
Six feet above a casket housing the idea of love
Housing the idea of our love

The devil is in the details
The devil is in the rocks as I stumble in my bare feet
Through this life losing blood from the cuts
As deep as my lies go, so does my pain
I watch my integrity give a bow, and then circle around the drain

Wishing I could take back all the times that I regret
Its funny how regret is something that we can never ever forget
Bleeding out pores, wishing life was like before
Foolishly falling for the lie that life was simpler
When we were poor

What you did for me, you did for the least of these
What you did for me, you did for the least of these

Lord, I hear your words, and I want to speak
But speaking's doing nothing
Love was a shelter for the cold, and warmth for the least
I was the least of these, and my selfishness was a thief
My selfishness was a thief