Sinner's Serenade Lyrics - Cursive

Oh God, no - please don't tell her 

what I've done 

I can hardly look at her 

everything I love, I hurt 

Oh God, yes - she is love 

she is sex 

But I used her for the game, 

A scapegoat to carry the blame 

for a hate song 

For a hate song 

It's like masochism - I hate 

these hate songs 

Holding a dove 

then clipping it's wings off 

Someone you love 

and you give them the kiss off 

Someone to love - and you fuck it up! 

How I hate these dirty words I emulate 

How i hate ruining what I create 

How I hate this (and I hate that 

you don't fall for it) - this 

sinner's serenade 

This hate song (this self defecation) 

isn't helping anyone 

Save the sinner 

Save the sinner 

He knows not what he's done to himself 

What he's done to others 

He hides behind words 

he hides behind liquor 

He hides in his bedroom with his guitar 

screaming, "Sinner!" 

Oh God, look what I've done 

in the bedroom.