Some Boys Just Don't Make The Cut

He loved her with more of himself
Than he had anyone before
But alas! She had more love to give
So still she loved him more

If The Wicked...

If the wicked mustn't rest
Then I shall not close my eyes
I will saunter like I'm always drunk
My tired face, my great disguise
If the wicked mustn't tire
No pillow shall ever meet my head
My mischief shall have the best of me
For I can sleep once I am dead