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