Rust

Do you lie in bed counting all your sins Sending misled prayers to rogue seraphim Do you chew on your communion wafers Just to spit them on the floor moments later I'm driving 80 down the rough Florida roads Driving towards I place I will never call home I listened to how you begged to explode And I remembered that song from a long time ago Meet me after sunset when the moon hurts your skin I'm on the third floor and I'll let you right on in Still you can't f*ck an angel- its against the law And a kiss from you feels like a punch to the jaw I'm looking at you and your rust-stained lips And resigning myself to a life I can never fix But if you walk with me past pillars of salt' I can at least promise you that our deaths won't be your fault