Don't put this note by your face on the pillow
Don't put this letter in the pocket near your heart
Keep it in the bottom drawer where you hide the  tools
I pray you always need them

I know what you have done

Throwing advice like grenades at the table
You're spinning your wisdom in stories that change
Your lies are fluorescent my babyfaced angel
Grow a [bad word] heart love


I know what you have done
I've got your number
You've got my number