I Choose You

I keep my piano in the bedroom
So I can sleep that close to freedom, still
Sometimes I chew my fingers more than I should
'Til they bleed
Father always said to keep my color off the keys

I show my trophies in the gift shop
And pose my father in the billiard room
I want this house to be a tribute to him—a museum
And though some may try
My father's love will never die

Of all the vampires, kings and thieves
Dropping by to harvest me
None will pay a higher price
Than he who shares my bed at night

I choose you
I choose you
I choose you to carry his pride

I choose you
I choose you
I choose you to be my sacrifice

I keep my Hope locked in the basement
Can't let the dark get out or the light get in
I find that hope is not good for my skin
Or my throat
I don't know what it is
I guess it's just the way that I cope

I'll get the shotgun from the attic
And leave our body on the lobby floor
Then when she finds us, Sam will clean up the mess
Drive out east
Somewhere meaningless
To bury father's masterpiece