Johnny and June

With all this
Blood I'm writing and the nights I'm having
While I
Sit here trying to explain all this dying
Why my
Bed is covered with the bones and lifelessness of regret...

You see I
Hid those bodies in the basement of a lobby
She was slitting throats and cutting coke just like the movies
I was Laughing loudly
They were screaming for a quick and painless death

I tell the wrong stories at the right times
So you feel like giving up...
She feels the worse kind of pain is letting go
That's just a sign you're fucking up

You see we try and cleanse our soul
With all the Demons we don't know
It's not that honest it's the only truth we'll own
We felt the dark creep in inside
It's like a breathe of cyanid
She's not an angel she's my devil coming home

I was a
Lady killer and the son of a pariah
Breaking hearts and breaking bones
Inside the the homes of golden liars
I was
Stealing your breath
Searching for my only juliet

She was a
God damn fire burning deep in my desire
She's a pro better than most
Just like a wolf inside sheeps clothing
She could... give you a kiss
And slip her knife so deep inside your chest

I tell the wrong stories at the right times
So you feel like giving up...
She feels the worse kind of pain is letting go
That's just a sign you're fucking up

You see we try and cleanse our soul
With all the Demons we don't know
It's not that honest it's the only truth we'll own
We felt the dark creep in inside
It's like a breathe of cyanid
She's not an angel she's my devil coming home

Well i found my love and took her on a killing spree
I give her every mistake that she makes just to hear that she loved me
But when I dug up her grave
She promised me she'd stay
Well she's my June to Johnny

I tell the wrong stories at the right times
So you feel like giving up...
She feels the worse kind of pain is letting go
That's just a sign you're fucking up

You see we try and cleanse our soul
With all the Demons we don't know
It's not that honest it's the only truth we'll own
We felt the dark creep in inside
It's like a taste of cyanid
She's not an angel she's my devil coming... home