This Isn't Why You Made Her

You can't stay close enough to every boy you meet Drugs don't taste good enough... since then you've been clean With every little taste your nails broke more beneath the surface Of my unsteady, undying trust for your smile of decay Beneath the unending, undying light of such little surprise… I could swear I never saw it coming And with a moments pause he slipped right in.. When I was never there to begin with God, please take me home Here's a pretty lie Here's a big surprise Here's a nasty taste Here's a dying faith I can't breath and I swear I'll never make this bed I can't breath and I swear we're better off DEAD And im sick of redemption without revision And Im sick of your eyes This isn't why you made her... This isn't why you made her...