Sinner's Serenade

Oh God, no,
 Please don't tell her
 What I've done;
 I can hardly look at her
 Everything I love I hurt
 Oh God, yes,
 She is love, she is sex,
 But I used her for the game;
 A scapegoat to carry the blame
 For a hate song
 For a hate song
 Like masochism,
 I hate these hate songs
 Holding a dove
 Then clipping it's wings off
 Someone you love
 And you give them the kiss off
 Someone to love
 And you fuck it up!
 How I hate these dirty words I emulate
 How I hate ruining what I create
 How I hate this
 (and I hate that you don't fall for it)
 This sinner's serenade
 This hate song
 (this self defecation)
 Isn't helping anyone
 Save the sinner
 Save the sinner
 Save the sinner
 He knows not what he's done to himself,
 What he's done to others
 He hides behind words,
 he hides behind liquor;
 He hides in his bedroom with his guitar
 Screaming, "Sinner!"
 Oh God
 Look what I've done
 In the bedroom.