The Death Of Me Yet

So this is love, or that's what we say I suppose
A half empty bottle and a pile of dirty old clothes
And memories of you coming home late last night
And promptly beginning our twice weekly fight
Now I don't remember which of us was right
But we both woke up sad in the morning

Tri li li li li li li li it sure seems to me
Tri li li li li li li li that you're going to be
The death of me yet

What was that stuff that you put in my coffee last night
I get a bit nervous when I see you talk to your knives
You called to me softly to come into bed
I followed you, hanging on each word you said
But then something heavy hit me in the head
And you cursed when I woke in the morning

Tri li li li li li li li it sure seems to me
Tri li li li li li li li that you're going to be
The death of me yet

Crookshanks Malone beat the hell out of me late last night
Why did you tell him that I could beat him in a fight?
Why is there arsenic in your bathroom drawer
And why are there bear traps all over the floor
Tell me again why we need a trap door
And tell me again in the morning

Tri li li li li li li li it sure seems to me
Tri li li li li li li li that you're going to be
The death of me yet

All that I want is for you to be mine
I'm still not quite sure you're the murdering kind
But this song sounds Irish, and that's not a good sign
If I plan to wake up in the morning

Tri li li li li li li li it sure seems to me
Tri li li li li li li li that you're going to be
The death of me yet