After The Massacre

Lets stand up and paint the town a lovely shade of red

Lets pretend that everything we worked for isn't dead

I still want to hold you close

I still want to watch you sleep

I still want to be the one who holds you down beneath the sheets

Watching you through the window

I envision your white turned crimson
gown

And the telephone line necklace I've wanted to give you for a while now

Your hands the warm touch of ice

Your face a lovely shade of blue

Your heart the loud sound of silence

How is this for an I love you?

I like you a lot better now

With a mound of dirt over your face

It's a lot harder to criticize me

Or cheat on me in any case

I warned you once, and even a second time

I knew his love was never as good as mine

So I will give you both the gift you always yearned

I will tie you up and let him watch you burn