Come all ye lost
dive into moss
I hope that my sanity covers the cost
to remove the stain of my love
paper mach?

Come all ye reborn
blow off my horn
I'm driving real hard
this is love, this is poor
God will forgive me
but, I rip myself with Scorn, Scorn, Scorn

I want to hear what you have to say about me
Hear, if you're gonna live without me
I want to hear what you want

I remember december
And I wanna hear what you have to say about me
Hear if you're gonna live without me
I wanna hear what you want
Lyrics: Damien Rice

Don't worry about me, I'm working on it; I'm glad you finally accept me though, sister.
I wish I could, though it seems that my darkness will be a part of me forever, brother.
You still give me a headache.