Last Rites and Holy Murders

looking for love in all the wrong places...

Somethings aren't meant for loving,
and somethings aren't sure for wanting,
but it's true what they say; every now and then,
the lines get blurred and the lines get bent

There's been so many other times,
since before this love was such a crime,
that I couldn't trade the lie for truth,
and so I ended up with loving you

But there's so much we could've done,
danced and swayed til the last note sung,
so 'what ifs' feel like bitter bricks
because they won't mend and they won't fix

The taste is bitter and so am I
the last man standing, hoping to die
but here's the kicker, the final straw
it's only been you that I'll ever adore.