my hell

it's not found in throwing roses on a grave

or in the cursed bottom of a bottled plague

it wasn't in the torment that will never fade

but i see the truth now

this was my hell living without you here

even heaven is hell if somehow you were not there

if you were not there

it wasn't in the flames that won't stop burning

or within a fire that is never quenched

it wasn't in the brokenness of all my failings

but i see the truth now

lord

i need to breathe you

drink you

dream you

nothing ever will compare

need to breathe you

drink you

dream you

need you