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