Hell To Pay

	Cheap lips, soft eyes, lost in the most blinding lights
	As cold as those first nights alone
	As the second best he'll become
	Sleep deep, girl, dream well
	That night,
	I think he cried himself to sleep
	Just maybe, he felt more than we could ever know
	And I think he pulled that trigger to empty that memory
	I think he cut the weight to end the floods of you
	Let him soar, let him ride as budding gravestones do
	Just sleep, girl, just dream well