Affection At Gunpoint

She leaves her love songs loaded by the bedside She keeps her scars in six chambers And crying, takes aim with a trembling hand I left my goodbye in the dial tone Sincerely cold Goddamn these red lights Get me out of this town While every road still leads me home I’ve worn this suit before It fits me like the box I call I call our bed They won’t bury me if I still tear at the words “Forеver yours” I’ll dig myself a monument A tеstimony to your panic Six feet deep An elegy delivered by the shovel in clay (I cry to soften the dirt) It’s the love behind your bullet wounds The panic in your breath (I cry to soften the dirt) And she said, “I’m ready” (I cry to soften the dirt) But I wouldn’t want to wake her I said, “it hurts to breathe” She said, “it always will” I’m gagging on decayed amends Entombed in my fifty cent piece eyes Will you find what you’re looking for What the fuck are you afraid of? It’s just my heart, It came with this suit Some sigh and cry for love Ah, but in Paris they die for love Some waste away for love