Brought you down by my own insurgency,

Buried your head in the crossfire,

Piecing it all together for me.

But…

          You keep gripping me,

                        Driving me,

                     Warming me; even though

                      I drag you down.

Rest your head on my weary shoulder,

Drying up these drops of rain.

Lift your eyes from my dreary window.

But…

          You keep giving me,

                        Blaming me,

                         Shoving me; even though

                      I drag you down.

Nailed to the cross for my desire,

(so) jab the muzzle in my chest,

Thrash my heart against the wild.

So…

          (can) you keep hating me,

                             Forgiving me,

                        Loving me; even though

                         I drag you down.

(I) plead guilty at every corner.

(Now we) tip-toe on the tripwire;

Can you make this infection disappear?

And…

          (can) you keep fighting me,

                            Hurting me,

                                 Begging me; from taking this

                            Life into the ground.