Show me how to kill you
You shed light then she’ll get all broken
Hurry up and get home, my dear
Where the fuck you been?
You say that you’re sick of sleeping alone
But you blow off every chance for you to stay home
We just adore the way you snap at us and revile
So much so that we might even keep our bruises a while
Your insults are faux pas, oh what a shame it doesn’t contrast
With your loathsome attitude the way your clothing does
So relent with the blatant abuse and mistreat us while you still can
The bed’s the only thing that’s not going to be empty when we’re gone.
Can’t you take a purpose
With the shape of a better sin?
You’re so fucking contradicting…