Shotgunned cans like flowers 
Drink yourself to death 
Watch you fall asleep alone 
Pissing the bed 
Lock me up inside you 
Where everything dies 
Haunting me like a ghost 
That's never known a body 
You can't have mine 

You'd cut off your nose 
Just to spite your face 
Just to serve it to me 
On a silver tray 
Shoot yourself in the head 
Just to spray the guts 
On your baby portraits 
Flowerbeds and altars 
Made out of bottles and vomit 

No I don't love you anymore