Between saints and demons I found a muse alive With a pure intense lyric Described her pa**ion craving sights With hopes of one who's about to leave No matter how constant How painful How deep It's your lust It's your grip It's your jealousy That collapses the ground right under my feet God only knows how much I cared and bled for you This moment now isn't proving me different A constant glance of a life that's blinding me Clean cut ambition And a clean cut in my hand So I wish us the best It's all k**ing me quickly And I want to know what it's like I hate an awkward silence I hate sometimes I hate being right I hate Septembers I hate bad advice I hate there's something about you I don't understand I hate that I'm clumsy I hate that you're right I hate that you're busy the moments I'm not I hate being bruised at desperate times When it's as simple as currents sailboats and life