Bad news on my breath I gotta smoke it out Bad teeth in my mouth I gotta smash it up I was a snake, or something vile It’s a shame, I can’t remember now But I still love Could I still love Bad taste on your tongue Why don’t you spit me out I talk big shit I got nothing to back it up I'm the shame and the sin of men The mistakes of my future son But I still love Could I still love And I'm made up of parts, not quite the sum Worth less for all I’ve done But I still love Bloodied knuckles and blackened eyes You wear your bruises like a disguise Because what you fear the most Are the words stuck in your throat But you won’t give up the ghost, no You just carry it alone And you still love