Everytime I see your ghost come a-hauntin' around
it's like I bear a crushing weight
with your synthetic pills that keep you inches above the ground
and your apathetic face
but I won't let you drag me down
I wasn't the one who paid for this diamond and rust crown
as a little girl, I used to ask Jesus for scarlet ribbons
but instead he gave me you
but the way you hold that medicine bottle like truth is all opinions
it makes me wanna cry out to you
that God is the only thing that could ever satisfy
whatcha gonna do when the only thing left is that empty look in your eye
the shade of crimson your face turned in the cold winter air
the sound of water hitting porcelein in the bathroom light glare
compared to the now trance-like hypnosis of your stare
it's a burden of chains and padlocks that I can hardly bear
will you forever sail into that setting sun
and be drownded in the tide
and convince yourself eternally that it was all for nothing
that "some guy" was crucified
or will you see the dangerous love he had for you
and that some silly little girl feels that same love for you, too
