The kitchen tile feels cold on my feet
and you screamed in my face
right before you poured the tea
we sat in our clothes, Sunday's best,
and wore our favorite smiles but,
nothing more than haughty attire,
I set the table and all of the chairs on fire
She said, "Baby, come on, why don't you just go get high?
I love you so much more when you sit there til you die"
Run like hell to the bedroom and lock up all the drawers
bad decisions love to be rash ever so more and more
they tiptoe in right behind me to squeeze right in my skull
and whisper instructions I am terribly afraid to ignore
She said, "Baby, come on, why don't you just go get high?
I love you so much more when you sit there til you die"
And I crawl underneath the bed and sink into the calming floor
Two hours later I walk down the stairs into the living room you're sitting there
Into your eyes mine fixate and stare we say we're both fine
"I love you, my dear"
She said she said nothing at all this time cut me right out and left me to die and I try I try I try
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