Trophy Scars - Crystallophobia lyrics

Crudely arranged in a spot not
Even Christ can claim
It's been that way for too long
To save our hairs from grey
I loved you since you were a child
Before we both grew our dirty mouths
"So what?" you say it's not okay -
Still wearing a blood-soaked filthy blouse

"For every God we claimed was good
Did you think we'd be left
Rotting in the woods?"
"You can blame us for the youth we had
But god you loved me so goddamn bad"

To my dismay you speak the truth but
Only when you want me for yourself
It's a bitter fruit, a sympathetic pill
Writhing through the salt-soaked
Rings of hell
There are depths that can't be seen: the
Holy mess when you can't forgive yourself
Egyptian flowers, some ancient war
An angel in your teeth on the ballroom floor

You run out crying towards my car as a
Gesture for your fear of old age
I follow your indulgent pain
I ask you do you feel so safe?
You say "Fuck your face and
Fuck your blame! The
Only thing I claim is your last name!"
Now I know my fear and I know my place
My bank account and my Welsh last name

We are hollow we are vacant
We are happy with death in mind
We are pregnant we are shallow
We are fixed on a cruel dark plight
We are fixed on a broken down, some jumbled
Unfortunate lie