our hearts
beat like murder and saints
with yellow tape veins
and sweet intentions
but the sweetest intentions
don't promise redemption
and in your eyes
only pretty on the outside
only pretty on the outside
I see skin and ink
tangled like loose knots tied too tight
in the sheets of this ship going down

So this is what it's like
when love is gone
and all that's left behind
is body parts and flashing lights

and this is what it's like
when loose knots tie too tight
in the sheets of this ship going down

for the last time
for the last time
for the last time
for the last time