i crept up to your lover's window
he poured a scotch and sobbed alone in the kitchen
why am i always right?
as you slept away the day in my bedroom
i found a criminal use for your pillow
i love you terribly, i swear that this is true
but i just can't stop my hands from smothering you
you're just like your dad
surprise
you don't only share his eyes
it's the drink that's in your hand
it's that knack for telling awful lies
now i need a guillotine to get you off my mind
stick a fork in a socket, do what you'd like
just make sure that i'm far out of your life
take an axe to your fingers, carve out your eyes
cut out your lying tongue
and then we'll call this a tie
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