The First Time It Shouldn't Taste Like Blood

If you were to ask me how long I've been running for, I don't even think that I could answer.
I just don't know anymore.
I'm a sucker for weakness
And the blood covering my floor.
It's all that I have left to remind me
Of the girls I've loved before.

Believe me when I say that I love you, angel, because I do - but accidents will happen...and they do.

Courtesy came calling with her best friend common sense, unaware that malice and manipulation had taken up residence.
Caring came to the crime scene,
But bloodlust beat them back

So apathy could laugh with his compadres
And anger could attack.
Hey, honey, hold my hand and hope for heaven because I just can't help myself.
Even angels end up burned and buried in my backyard...and you, you're just like everyone else.