Like a butcher,
you carefully carved my heart
Out of my life
And left it bleeding

Her lipstick and pills
By your bed
Her blood on your sheets
Mine pounds in my head
And you left me bleeding

My call for help
And you were engaged
My tire flat
I didn’t call
Because I knew you’d fail
And leave me bleeding

I know you’ll try
Someday again
And I won’t answer
When you need a friend

Be lonely and lost
Without my applause
To keep you alive
Because I don’t believe
And I never will

You are a cancer
And I carved you out
And now I’m bleeding.

If there are two weeks left
Til the end of the world
Don’t seek me.

150 150 Stafford Wood
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