Into The Woods

I’ve got infection turned to marrow in my bones
Transmitted sexually to thoughts of us alone
I can’t pretend to live so comfortably
When the mess you lade left bitter tastes about my tongue and cheeks

Chorus:
Pushing up daisies and roses turning to dust in our hands
Out in the woods is a place you can bury your dead
Where it gets so lonely
I’ve got something I need to show you alone

So long redemption there’s no part that fits me best
I’ve jailed affection and have sentenced him to death
I won't defend the guilt your love is charged
A jury made of conscience reads the calling of their hearts

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