Sinner's Serenade Lyrics

Oh God, no,
Please don't tell her
What I've done;
I can hardly look at her
Everything I love I hurt
Oh God, yes,
She is love, she is sex,
But I used her for the game;
A scapegoat to carry the blame
For a hate song
For a hate song
Like masochism,
I hate these hate songs
Holding a dove
Then clipping it's wings off
Someone you love
And you give them the kiss off
Someone to love
And you fuck it up!

How I hate these dirty words I emulateCursive - Sinner's Serenade - http://motolyrics.com/cursive/sinners-serenade-lyrics.html
How I hate ruining what I create
How I hate this
(and I hate that you don't fall for it)
This sinner's serenade
This hate song
(this self defecation)
Isn't helping anyone
Save the sinner
Save the sinner
Save the sinner
He knows not what he's done to himself,
What he's done to others
He hides behind words,
he hides behind liquor;
He hides in his bedroom with his guitar
Screaming, "Sinner!"

Oh God
Look what I've done
In the bedroom.