Em
Love is a graveyard
Am Em
For nostalgia and trouble
Am Em
Wickedness and trouble
B
Forgive me, love
And Ive carved my name
On the livers of my lovers
The hearts of all my brothers
Forgive me, love
Am D
So take away the poets pen
G Em
Ill never speak of love again
Am D
Break the hands that made a pair
G Em
And never will I need to care, anyway
And ive cast my stones
Of all the guilty others
A rubble to above us
Of my design
And Ive marked my kills
With scratches on the bed post
The bloody sheets and dirty clothes
And English flowers across the floor
So take away the poets pen
Ill never speak of love again
Break the hands that made a pair
And never will I need to care, anyway
And Ive carved my name
On the livers of my lovers
The wives of all my brothers
Forgive me, love
So take away the poets pen
Ill never speak of love again
Break the hands that made a pair
And never will I need to care, anyway
