Sometimes I sit and wonder why Why you're made the way you are How a light that burns so bright Can't help but swallow the sky Sometimes I sit and wonder why Why I carry on this torch Its blinding light is dark as night It burns my eyes but I don't mind, it leads to you And I'm sorry for making you the answer For making you the answer For wanting you more than any of these words And any of these chords And I'm sorry for making you the answer For making you the answer For wanting you more than any of these words And any of these chords There you are The one I need The air I breathe The blood that runs the rivers of my veins To my cold dead hands, strumming these chords To your cold deaf ears, I never got through Did you get your fill? I'm running on fumes But just one more hit, I'll sew up these seams again One more hit, across my face While you grin and fuck me one last time Did you get your fill? You feeling alive? Did you get revenge? I'm not him, I'm not him But I'm willing But I'm willing But I'm willing