I remember running in from the kitchen

With a knife in my hand and stabbing you in the chest

I thought it would get rid of you but now you live in my head

With every thought that escapes is some clever little line that’s yours

And I can’t describe how much I’d like for you to die

And the reasons that are keeping you are sticking around

In the end of a horn that is placed in the sea

I drink and I drink until you set me free

And now that I can’t finish this horn anymore

Up from the bowels of hell you will pour

And again I will taste the sour lips of her shore

Only for seconds before I come wanting more

Why couldn’t you have just lay dead in my room

That night that I came in from the kitchen to kill you

Your thighs on the floor dripping wet from sweat that it took

It took so long to slay your pretty little head

Now on a precious silver plate it will lay

 And I’ll open it again to see what damage you brought and commend my self pity

While you talk and you talk- pretty circles in my head

While I’ll scream and I scream in silence just wanting you dead

But rather abandoning you in an ocean so cold

I’d rather fight than give up than go drowning myself

And I’ll go on and on of my longings for death

But in the end it’s just talk of you killing yourself

That’s a drag such a drag from the cigarette box

I’ll bury you in and you will stay ‘till the end

To return and return

Yes, this is the end

To return. To return.

This is the end.