I Died With You Hotel Books

Break this bread like you broke his body
And raise a glass above your eye level
Boast in the moments that leave a stable memory
To scare away the remains of the devil

Let that alcohol burn out the demons in your mouth
Spitting venom on lovers, leaving them with doubt
Just don’t choke on communion or those emotions
Swallow down a staining memory before it’s washed out

My guilty conscience was a chaser for every broken rib
Every shred of skin, my selfish repentance, my need to feel clean
Just so I can copy and paste the same burden
Rinsing cuts with alcoholic remedies to bury the pharisees
Chasing my empathy with a need for attention
A retention of amens to cover the blood drips and bloodshed
Of broken men who put purpose to the regurgitated blood
Dripping from the mouth of me and my emotions
And that’s why that I can’t feel any of this

If I didn’t die with you, I don’t think I’ve ever lived
(If I didn't die with you)
If I didn’t try to save you, it just shows my selfishness
(If I didn’t try, if I didn’t try to save you)

If I didn’t die with you, I don’t think I’ve ever lived
(If I didn't die, if I didn't die with you)
If I didn’t try to save you, it just shows my selfishness
(If I didn’t try, if I didn’t try to save you)