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The Murderer's Song #1



Used to be
She'd never come home
Sitting here in the dark
Drinking alone
Now days go by
Cut down to the bone
Used to be
I gave a shit but now I don't

This idea like a splinter
Works down deep in the mind
First there every now and then
And then all the time
Can't get away from thinking
How it'd make it all right
One quick cut into the flesh
With the edge of a knife

One night
She come in covered in sin
Could see bones burning
Under her skin
Inside of her eyes
Her beginning and end
Thought I might as well get to it
And started in

Sitting here in the blood
Bones stacked in the shower
My entire sad life
Redeemed if just for an hour
Her face in my hands
Cut into the shape of a flower
I want to call it love
But I know it's just power

Used to be
She'd never come home
Sitting here in the dark
Drinking alone
Now days go by
Cut down to the bone
Used to be
I gave a shit but now I don't



12/10/10