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Love is a graveyard

For nostalgia and trouble

Wickedness and trouble

 Forgive me, love

And I’ve carved my name

On the livers of my lovers

The hearts of all my brothers

Forgive me, love

So take away the poets pen

I’ll never speak of love again

Break the hands that made a pair

And never will I need to care, anyway

And i’ve cast my stones

Of all the guilty others

A rubble to above us

Of my design

And I’ve marked my kills

With scratches on the bed post

The bloody sheets and dirty clothes

And English flowers across the floor

So take away the poets pen

I’ll never speak of love again

Break the hands that made a pair

And never will I need to care, anyway

And I’ve carved my name

On the livers of my lovers

The wives of all my brothers

Forgive me, love

So take away the poets pen

I’ll never speak of love again

Break the hands that made a pair

And never will I need to care, anyway