Who Maimed You

Concerning you I am broken. I try not to be seen.

Sometimes I wish I could open your head in bed when you dream.

And even if its all my love it could never be enough.

Of that Im very well aware. I hate the monster who maimed you.

I hate his ugly guts. I built an army to kill him but they dont have enough strut.

And even if it were true love it could never be enough.

And I know what youre thinking honey. Ive red books about the devil too.

And I know that its tempting honey to think its he who directs our shoes.

For some things theres no comfort honey. A these days Ive had a lot to lose.