The sky was blonde like her
It was a day to take the child
Out back and shoot it.
I could have buried all my dead
Up in her cemetery head
She had dirty word witchcraft
I was in the deep end of her skin.
Then, it seemed like a one car wreck
But I knew it was a horrid tragedy.
Ways to make the tiny satisfaction disappear.
Blow out the candles
On all my frankensteins.
At least my death wish [bad word] [bad word] 
You taste like Valentine’s and
We cry,
You’re like a birthday.
I should have picked the photograph
It lasted longer than you.
Putting holes in happiness.
We’ll paint the future black
If it needs any color.
My death sentence is now a story
Who’ll be digging when you finally let me die?
The romance of our assassination
If you’re Bonnie, I’ll be your Clyde.
But the grass is greener here and
I can see all of your snakes.
You wear [bad word] well [bad word] away with me to [bad word] 
Blow out the candles
On all my frankensteins.
At least my death wish [bad word] [bad word] 
You taste like Valentine’s and
We cry,
You’re like a birthday.
I should have picked the photograph
It lasted longer than you. × 3