Hold your knife against my throat, cut me deeper,
Feel the blood drip down your arm, darling,
I paint this picture on the back of my mind,
But it's fading quickly like an eighth-grade summer romance.
The sleeping pills are mixing nicely with red wine,
Catch them all, before panic hits monday,
Trapped like rats, and oh the water is rising,
We'd use the life boat, but we gnawed through the tubing.
You're a drug, like the gun inside my mouth,
I know it's wrong but I just can't spit you out,
Happiness is a warm pun,
And I love the taste of steel tonight,
I know it happens for the rest of your life,
Not asking, just doing darling.
I know it happens for the rest of your life.
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