Counting the thorns on an empty vow You make a shrine out of falling down You loop the reel, you love the bleed Turn every memory into need I took the blame to prove it true You kissed the wound, said: That’s on you You circle back where the hurting blooms A wreath of pity made of borrowed tunes I begged for us, you begged for proof We built a future on a haunted roof You break, I breathe, I call it love You fall, I bleed, still not enough We trace the pain like it’s divine You take the cross, I take the line You break, I breathe, I call it love You fall, I bleed, still not enough We trace the pain like it’s divine You take the cross, I take the line Every sunrise turns to theater smoke You set the scene just to watch it choke I stitched the days, you picked the seam Naming the ruin like a baby’s dream Your favorite saint is the ache inside You never let it fall, you let it guide I brought a ladder to your private cell You carved a mantra: I like the hell You break, I breathe, I call it love You fall, I bleed, still not enough We trace the pain like it’s divine You take the cross, I take the line My name or the wound, call one to stay If you bless that ache, I’ll walk away No more spinning the same old refrain My name or the wound, break from the chain If I sink with you, will you finally swim? If I burn with you, will you call it win? You say stay while you pull the pin We make our honeymoon a requiem Your hurt is a mirror that tightens the chain Praying to torment, you marry the pain I called your name, but the choir gets thinner You feed the phantom and I fade like a sinner