Carve My Name

[Em]Love is a graveyard
[Am]For nostalgia and tr[Em]ouble
[Am]Wickedness and t[Em]rouble
Forgive me, l[B]ove

And I’ve carved my name
On the livers of my lovers
The hearts of all my brothers
Forgive me, love

[Am]So take away the p[D]oets pen
[G]I’ll never speak of [Em]love again
[Am]Break the hands that m[D]ade a pair
[G]And never will I need to c[Em]are, anyway

And i’ve cast my stones
Of all the guilty others
A rubble to above us
Of my design

And I’ve marked my kills
With scratches on the bed post
The bloody sheets and dirty clothes
And English flowers across the floor

So take away the poets pen
I’ll never speak of love again
Break the hands that made a pair
And never will I need to care, anyway

And I’ve carved my name
On the livers of my lovers
The wives of all my brothers
Forgive me, love

So take away the poets pen
I’ll never speak of love again
Break the hands that made a pair
And never will I need to care, anyway