It's a long walk back home
but as each step touches the paths behind us
our hands meet in my pocket
i realise how lucky i should feel

but with each step that claps the paths behind us
i start to sweat and my palms become drenched
in fear i may loose you again
to other men

but with each step that graces the paths behind us
i tell myself to look into your eyes
and as they connect with mine i forget every worry
and tell you i love you in such a hurry

but as our feet pound the paths behind us
i think back to that one little mistake you made
where i stayed at home to think about what i had done
grasping the trigger of my gun

It's not me it's you i tell my reflection every morning
stop being so moody and boring
and be at one with the person you love
connect together like fingers to glove
wrapping around their skin to give them comfort
and keeping them warm and close together

This isn't the first time you've made me afraid of myself
This isn't the first time iv'e shed tears in your veins
This isn't the first time we have damaged each others dreams
This will be the last time however

We argue again when we get home and you've left me
to think about whatever it might be
that made me hit you

I scream 'Don't leave' as you slam the front door
as i crumble to the floor
embracing my knees for disillusioned warmth

This is the final stand in the war against myself
i pick up a knife from the kitchen draw
carve a heart on my chest
scream your name and draw my last breath

in hell i imagine you heard it and regretted it all
and blamed yourself for my fall

but in heaven you cry but understood
and i can't thank you enough