The Last Prayer of the Bitter Heart

(Verse 1) You flicked your vows like cigarette ash, Smeared the red on your lips, then lit the match. You call it a love song, I call it a crime, You always did have a taste for goodbyes. (Pre-Chorus) Was I just a sermon you screamed out of tune? Or the body you dressed for a honeymoon? (Chorus) You wore white, but your hands were red, Dancing on the grave where you laid us to rest. I hope when he holds you, you still taste the dirt, Built a love story on the back of my hurt. (Verse 2) Last thing you said was a silver-tongued sin, Kissed me once just to wipe me off your skin. Left me choking on oaths you swore, Like funeral confetti on a chapel floor. (Pre-Chorus) Did you feel alive as you sharpened the knife? Or was I just practice for your next life? (Chorus) You wore white, but your hands were red, Dancing on the grave where you laid us to rest. I hope when he holds you, you still taste the dirt, Built a love story on the back of my hurt. (Bridge) Do you flinch when he says my name? Or does it melt like sugarcane? Does he know what you did, or does he just comply? Tell me, am I the villain in your alibi-abi? (Outro) So throw the bouquet, paint your lips blood-wine, You love like a crime scene, darling, but it's all just shine. You can stitch up a wound, but the blood still stains, And love never dies, it just changes its name