Pulse Lyrics - Cursive

I'll never go back there don't make me go back there 

Now that God is an athiest 

Finally, well i can sleep at night 

In a hotel room 

With holes in the curtains 

I shivered as she slid up my leg 

she could convince me 

a hundred hail mary's 

she whispered "dear boy, your god is dead" 

i'll never go back there 

don't make me go back there 

i--don't--sleep--in this dead cold bed 

in a hotel room 

the color of her skin 

holes in the drapes 

spray beams of light 

strangling lovers, 

were we kidding each other 

gasping for breath, 

in poisonous lies 

in a hotel room 

(it was my second communion) 

is that your blood cleansing my veins 

if three little angels 

(would peak in these curtains) 

they'd whisper "dear boy, your mouth was too warm" 

was too warm 

was too warm