Done

I love You but I hate what You've made of Yourself

The road to salvation is as narrow as shit, and you're not invited to any of it
The road to salvation is as narrow as shit, and you're not invited.

If I had loved You I'd still hate what I've done to myself
If I, if I could love You, wouldn't be enough to keep me hanging

On to the rafters in the sweet hereafter where I'm always waiting and always fading
Never bruising, never losing, but it doesn't matter because I'm not going

If the road to salvation is as narrow as shit, then I don't want it, any of it
If the road to salvation is as narrow as shit, then I don't want it
If the road to damnation is as easy as shit, then go on touch me, I just might want it
If the road to salvation is as narrow as shit, then I don't want it

If I can love You while I hate what You've done to Yourself
If I can't love You does it mean that I'm done with this place
If You can love me and You hate what I've done to myself
If You can love me, well I guess it's an awful waste