A Thorn in My Hand

A paranoid prism of my own device..

You’re the only one who gets me cuz you’re too nice.

I tie myself in knots,

So the rope won’t get caught

On something I can’t steer.

I hold onto roses

Cuz nothing feels better

than a thorn in my hand.

You probably know this but

You’re a sorry excuse of a man.

Pour your blood into the Dead Sea,

But you’ll never fill an ocean quite that deep.

You’ll never be as sorry as I am.

I fight turbulent rapids,

And I’m much better at it than I ever imagined.

It's a good thing I know how to swim.

Crickets are quiet

In the bright light but you deny it,

But when they’re loud they sing my favorite hymns.

I’m sorry the windows were rained on.

I’m sorry in the night lights remained on.

It got dark I should have left my restraints on.

Left out in the cold and snow,

I know something you’ll never know,

But together we put on quite the show.

I hold onto roses

Cuz nothing feels better

than a thorn in my hand.

You probably know this but

You’re a sorry excuse of a man.

Pour your blood into the Dead Sea,

But you’ll never fill an ocean quite that deep and

You'll never be as sorry as I am

That I met you.