Miserable

You’ve always had your way with me
While you’re looking so pristine
Did you think of a new game to play while you’re watching me fall?
I wouldn’t know love if it hit me

There’s a Book that sits on my shelf
That says I need to gouge my eyes out
I keep a knife beside my bed for the times I consider it
I wouldn’t know love if it cut me

When did I become the man that I see?
The mirror shows two heads smiling back at me
And I don’t recognize anything I have grown to be
I won’t look above
I’d rather live with Miserable Love

The devil on my shoulder is not hyperbole
He uses my hands in spite of me
I guess you won the war because all I battle is my own body
I wouldn’t know love if it hurt me

When did I become the man that I see?
The mirror shows two heads smiling back at me
And I don’t recognize anything I have grown to be
I won’t look above
I’d rather live with Miserable Love

Can You hear me?
I can’t hear myself
Will You save me?
I can’t save myself

I’m miserable