love don't come

these golden ideals yes they come & go but the wildest spirits spring up from the catacombs to scratch & sting i flatline i wanna curse them demons but the truth is that they're mine no love aint the same it could never be cuz our arms take home stray limbs these days just to get to sleep we try to make love but love don't come sweet virtue virtue gone out the door & down the hall left me lying on a pillow casting shadows on the wall i could've never seen myself so eager to dissolve when i was just a dreamer before the alcohol before the fall we try to make love we just f*ck & love don't come