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