Picturing that you were dead is
The only way to cope with my head
but it never lasted long
you’d never let me live with you gone
crying in my baby's arms
She tells me she doesn’t know how to shoot a gun
But if she did
I’d never have to think about you anymore
You come home mad again
It’s always something I can never mend
You crack your medicine
You step towards me
And I start to defend
You hold me in your arms
And then you let me be
I wait for you to fall asleep
So I can sit comfortably
And you take what you want
And you slam the door in my face when I resist
You picture my head
Staying put
While the door is your hand
Staying put
While the door is your hand
Walking a few steps ahead
You bolt and leave me stranded in the dark
I find you finally you say that I
Should have just kept up
I sigh I lie and I lie and say that I am fine
I wait for you to fall asleep
So I can cry comfortably
And you take what you want (take what you want)
and you slam the door in my face when I resist
You picture my head (picture my head)
Staying put while the door is your hand
Staying put while the door is your hand
And I wanted to hurt you back
In a sit down whispered note
Tried to find the upper hand
So I could bend it until it broke
But there was nothing I could say
That would grab you by the throat
Except that
“I am not afraid of you anymore.”
And you took what you wanted
And you slammed the door in my face when I resist
I picture your head
Rolling off into a dead end
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