Bow

No faith, you say
When your skin has turned to shade
Shirt pocket holes from faded days
All your failures might have looked the other way
Some things always inspire slack lust of a singular desire

And it's not because you didn't ask nicely
It's because you never asked at all

In sordid reigns of filthy grey
Crystalline runs down in your weathered veins

But winter always comes
Do you think these tragedies in shirt sleeves through?
Your hands get hard and eyes red and wide
The sign says lay down just this final time
Simple you never have been
Blue knuckles blow you back to square one

Just run that slick black steel again
And shrug through hopeless skin

No faith, you say
Should have stripped you from your shame
Bitter lines frame your face
Crystalline runs down in your weathered veins

It's truly brave
It's truly brave, throughout
It's truly brave
It's truly brave, throughout
It's truly brave
It's truly brave, throughout