regiment 588

he's got his hands around you like a jacket

i'd scratch your name on the bullet jacket

was at a funeral in l.a.

and imagined it us someday

i hope you get your quiet life

wish i could thin his paint off you

his hands are gone and forever soaked in sin

how do i make you feel safe inside your skin

for you i'll set aside all my spite

i know your heroine is your jacket

my skin is nothing you can have it

you said if something was meant to be

then things would fall where they ought to be

i hate the way that you see this life

wish i could see things through your eyes

his hands are gone and forever soaked in sin

how do i make you feel safe inside your skin

for you i'll set aside all my spite