God hates me for all my lies
The things I said, promises I made
Each incision in the nights I fill with love
Overflowing with gold magic
When I spent too many days trying to right the wrong
Trying to be a better person, but for your sake
I\'ve learned to live with the pain
Living in the chaos I created
Just maybe I can figure it out, and breathe
Just maybe I can drown in my sins
Just maybe I can overcome this despondent feeling
Just maybe, just maybe
Bemoaning loss comes with no fruit
Splinters of light shining through vague echoes
In the glossy decor of a mind imprisoned
I prayed for my mother, that the stars would watch over
Twenty two years ago I was born in dreams
Wanting life to last forever, but I\'ve been on the road
Knowing the fickle mountain I created would crumble
I prayed for my sanity on a carefree night, and I took photos
Just to know this feeling is real, to look back and wonder
Am I feeling self-satisfaction, the friction?
I wanted to live with no regrets, no harboured grudges
Tied to a feeling replaced with drunk eyes
I see low tides, a little too cold to go outside
I\'ll call you when I\'m done bleeding
When the dead throbbing perishes like a smile
And just maybe we can forget for a while
Just maybe my fears will slip away
Just maybe we can reconcile
Just maybe the moths I collected have a meaning
Just maybe I can capture the feeling
Just maybe, just maybe.