The Idea of Love

The diversion was amiss
 The idea of love cast by lonesome quips
 I carried the sun
 Said it was my turn
 I was only burned
 I'm sure I've been here before
 Prosthetic limbs
 Clawing at the floor
 Your painted nails
 On the front porch
 Of the house of the rising sun
 Begging for change
 End of days
 That suffocate
 All I gave
 And all I ever
 Had to give
 I lost it
 I fought it
 I need it
 I keep it
 I want it
 I taunt it
 I fucked it
 I sucked it
 I can't
 Afford
 To keep it
 Defeat it
 And beat it
 And strip it
 I'm caring
 I'm killing
 I'm willing
 I'm sharing
 I'm drowning
 I'm killing
 I need it
 I want it
 I take it
 I'm coming for Mrs.
 If you give me a chance
 I want to tell you everything
 That I can't understand