Still Love

Bad news on my breath
I gotta smoke it out
Bad teeth in my mouth
I gotta smash it up
I was a snake, or something vile
It’s a shame, I can’t remember now

But I still love
Could I still love

Bad taste on your tongue
Why don’t you spit me out
I talk big shit
I got nothing to back it up
I'm the shame and the sin of men
The mistakes of my future son

But I still love
Could I still love
And I'm made up of parts, not quite the sum
Worth less for all I’ve done
But I still love

Bloodied knuckles and blackened eyes
You wear your bruises like a disguise
Because what you fear the most
Are the words stuck in your throat
But you won’t give up the ghost, no
You just carry it alone
And you still love