Goddess knows the weak spots and she stabs them tenderly Enough that I'll still love her even when she's hating me caressing like a bastard file against the grain of skin mulched flesh for discontent to be fertilized with sin My life crept up on me so fast now it slips away Bleeding from the mourning only living for today bohemianism rears it's crazy head again i do what i gotta do Life is god and She won't wait