But it's nothing new to me
Make the dead sleep nights with a razor
We just might work out fine because I love you enough
Two hand in one glove as if we were poor
You bleed for me though now I'm gone
I know, I know
But I know how when you need me
Waiting, kill the prey
Will I be less happy when I get back?
To let you give the pain that I want
Like the poor before them did before
If it's a boy, I was joking, if it's a daughter
Absence makes the heart grow still
Have you crave me so desperately
I'll hold my child's head underwater
Abuse the hunt, confuse the kill
Things pan out exactly as I say they will
She'd be free rejoicing in distance
If she only let me sleep
I'll say I did what I did because I had to
You say the waiting could crush your heart
Will things make less happy when I get back?
Make the dead feel deader, deader
The hard up make the soup from stones
And when you do, I just might fuck you enough to love you
You fill my shoes with new fans
Always and forever, we are apart and may she see
Once upon my night stand, lied letters piled in columns
Talking in the rain
And if you find my kid later, tell her I laughed too
