Lover

tell me,
how has your heart not killed you?
mine would kill me, except for you
oh, you suffered, you suffered

you lent us Christ and

we killed him, we killed him
(but we loved him too)

and I need you,
but I am a distracted lover
a graceless partner

chasing after pimps and shadows
but they love me, they love me
or at least I beg them to,

tell me,
who comforts you?
(I wish I would)