The Arson
I built you a house out of rotten wood and I lit a match
Without thinking
The flames consumed every memory I had of you
You were the victim, so I was the arson who fled the scene
Went somewhere Dark
Still, no amount of tears can extinguish my shame
Oh, my love
However could you forgive me?
I played the salesman set up in your temple
Clinging to a homemade gospel
I pitched it so cheap, no wonder they ate it up
You turned over tables and erased my failures
And all I had to do was call your name
I fell to my knees
Oh, my God
However could you forgive me?
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