Kissing her feels like a chore But when we're not, I get the sense that she's bored Is this what our bodies are for? I'm too cold to keep anyone warm She couldn't hold me close enough 'Cause when we're making love, I feel lonelier When she's crying sorry, I'm angrier This beautiful world is a big fucking blur Of hurting and getting hurt Kissing her feels like a sin Honey, I've been so quick to forgive But if God is a bottomless pit Then grace just excuses our shit She couldn't hold me long enough When we're making love, I feel lonelier When she's crying sorry, I'm angrier This beautiful world is a big fucking blur Of hurting and getting hurt When she whispers patience, I want to rush The preacher says gentle, I want to cuss All these narcotics, I can't feel a buzz And every damn thing that I love Is just something I'll have to give up I'll have to give up Oh, I will give up Cocaine white lines that we crossed The weight my compassion would cost Carry your Manhattan cross Graffiti the love that we lost She couldn't quite hold me down enough