The Classic Crime - Broken Mess Lyrics

He can't sleep, he can't eat
He keeps thinking about her
Behind the locked door of her bedroom
As she knowingly tortures the shell
That is left of her bridegroom

And what did he do to deserve
This whore of a wife who parades
Her disgrace to his face now
When he loved her and gave up his life
In more ways than she knows how

And all I can say is that love is a terrible art
It's a hook in the heart that can drag you on broken glass
And as you protest the shards in your flesh
The hook tears out your chest until you're just a broken mess

Where is God in this rot?
Depraved she commits the most heinous
Of sins and breaks her vows
But he loves her despite all the crimes
She devises in his house

Where is God? I've been taught
That He's close to the broken
It's true I have spoken with Him some
When I look in my brother's eyes
I can see where his love comes from

And all he can say is that love is a terrible art
It's a hook in the heart that can drag you on broken glass
And as you protest the shards in your flesh
The hook tears out your chest until you're just a broken mess

But he has mercy on her lover
And does not bleed him dry
A credit to his self-control if it were me
That monster would probably die

Love is a beautiful thing
She can make your heart sing
When you're walking on broken glass

She will open your eyes
Make your heart feel alive
Point you toward the sunrise
Help you leave all this broken mess behind

Love is a beautiful thing
Will you leave your broken mess behind?
Oh, love is a beautiful thing
Will you leave your broken mess behind?

Oh, love, oh, love
Will you leave your broken mess behind?
Oh, love, oh, love
Will you leave your broken mess behind?