Passion

Belligerents of beauty hits me with my back against the wall
How could you look this good naked and understand the pain at all
Panic-stricken, wild-eyed, looking for a better place to hide how
Have I still not commandeered the balls

To lay waste to second best in this
Exhibit of our excess and I can see the past success Judging open unimpressed and I
Can feel my heavy footstep in your chest, feel my own weak heartbeat as you slept

And a little bit of poison it always does the trick
As an antidote to the edge and living life like this

And is this passion
Something I look back on and regret
Well you tell me I'm better off dead
I'll take being all heart and no head

And is this passion
Something I look back on and regret
Well you tell me I'm better off dead
I'll take being all heart and no head

With a hurt so physical it was beautiful through trembling lips I spoke of how I
Wasn't happy either with a
Life of hope and smoke and I
Turn to you and half whispered half croaked a shity little joke
Watched as the frown fault lines on your pretty face broke in in our

Little nest above the street and up out of the rain I tried to
Verbalize fading light and explain the way the pain of how some
Times I wish I could stay sick and have an unending excuse to be away
From what I'm taught, and what I'm told, and what I found out when it was too late
And what I'm taught, what I'm told, and what I found out when it was too late

And is this passion
Or is this just fashionable
Maybe I'm too impressionable
Maybe I've learned
Sweet, fuck, all

But I'll take this life
Over jeans without holes and never saying goodbye
And I'll feel the cold and I’ll go broke before I die
But there's a child in me who still believes that he can fly and
I grew up in a good house
Maybe too good as It seems now never knew how hard I'd have to try
To make magic and make money and there's nothing tragic romantic or funny about
Stealing food and running from every decision I have ever made
Watch my undying youth be extinguished by my own flame

And what I'm taught and what I'm told and what I found out when it was too late
What I'm taught, what I'm told

And is this passion
Something I look back on and regret
Well you tell me I'm better off dead
I'll take being all heart and no head

And is this passion
No I will not look back or regret
Well you tell me I'm better off dead
And I'll take being all heart and no head