Miss My Chance II Songtext

Leave me at the altar, I belong all alone. You said, “I couldn't leave you here”. In time, I'm sure I'll prove you wrong. Like a blood covered Love, you'll place your shotgun in my palms. And when I lay without a pulse, look to my suggestive songs. So from this day forth, consider me a suitor, of sorts, dodging arrows, shielding swords, and twisting knobs on locked doors. I'll be the boy who cried wolf on the hills of Calvary, until eventually I'm crushed beneath my own intensity.

But yet, I can't seem to quit. I'm back and forth between giving up and giving in. I've seen a world outside this (dead) paper and pen. There must be life that lies under this dead skin. This song is for Ern, for Kurt, for Thirsk, and for Wendy, who kept their barrels still and steady. The few, the chosen few, that I would trade my one last shell to spend eternal life with, through sickness and in hell. So ring out the chapel bells. I'm holding on to myself.
 
I swear I can't keep living my life on the fence when, in the past, my indecision has nearly beaten me to death. Too many times I've had this trigger tightly clenched in my hand, but it won't happen again. I won't miss my chance.

I won't.