I want to be your victim
I want to pull a knife a day deep from my heart
I want to bleed like the stuck pig that I am
I want the suffering heard ten miles from where we are
Drive this dream
I die every night for love
I avoid the light for love
I want to be your excuse
I want to sleep on razors every night
I want to be at the wrong end of your weapon
I want to be the bits of skin under your nails, alright?
If I was even remotely clever enough
And for a second to match your wit
I would hatch a diabolical scheme to steal
The keys to your garden(heart)
And the keys to your kingdom(soul).