I killed her... I killed her!
Her blood pouring down my face.
My clothes stained with the crimson reminder of a reunion gone wrong.
My very existence tainted with this horrible crime.

I did not mean to hurt her.
   Yes, you did.
I held no grudges for what she had done.
   Yes, you did.

It wasn't me who pressed the knife against her neck.
I wasn't the one who slit open her throat.
I'm not the owner of her last breath, her last heartbeat.

I did not **** her!
I did not **** her!
I... I... killed her.

Her blue eyes will never see me hurt again.
Her now purple lips will not kiss mine again.
Her cold, white hand will be held by no one anymore.

She's dead, but I didn't **** her.

I swear it was not me.
   The knife's still in your hand.
It was not me.
  She screamed your name as her life faded away.
It was not me!
   You know this is what you really wanted all along.

I'll lay by your side in this puddle of blood.
It is warm, unlike your body.
I'll hold your hand, and never let go.
I'll **** whoever did this to you.

I'll meet you on the other side.
**Goodbye.

This letter was not meant for you
it was meant for me with you
to that crystalline time when we were two
before the shattering was through.

The mornings in 
when we lay oblivious to the shuffle and the city din
when the weight of the world was still 
not enough to budge us a single inch 
from between the linens.

So I recollect
all the fragments I thought I left
I'm not one to dwell but what else
is left for the lonely boy at the bottom of a well?

But now there are three
There's you and there's me
and there's who we could've been
And I've not spoken to him yet
as I'm not sure this specter is real
Or maybe I'm afraid to ask if he once half-lived,
was he thrown from the wheel
and tossed down the well here with you and them?

But I've fooled myself again
What I saw as a window
was only a mirror that needed mending
And what I heard as your voice
was always the wind
hurling back at me my own laments.

Beauty brutally murdered my captain
One touch, and the crew deserted
a hasty mutiny to an unknown island
Where I before with calm weathered
the waves, now the torrent upends
the bow, wrecked upon rocks
that could've been havens.

So I'm thrown from the sea to the sands
Left alive by a wiser hand than
I, doomed to make beach castles, just a man
mending the grains, seeing the slate
wiped clean again and again
forever banned from the mountain
and the densely wooded lands.

One day I'll abandon my post
cut short my careful tending
and set off from the coast
Leave behind the crooked lines
and SOS signs, the feeble moats
Face the interior, each step deep down
and further down into the jungle dark
and every fear the most
Hope beyond all Hope that all I own is Hope
and one day reach the sun, then I'll know.

And what keeps me shuffling through the dark?
The thought of you shuffling too
alone and apart
Not the thought that our end
will be as our start
but that the art
of the whole **** thing
is all we are.

'Why keep a cow when I can buy,'
Said he, 'the milk I need,'
I wanted to spit in his eye
Of selfishness and greed;
But did not, for the reason he
Was stronger than I be.

I told him: ''Tis our human fate,
For better or for worse,
That man and maid should love and mate,
And little children nurse.
Of course, if you are less than man
You can't do what we can.

'So many loving maids would wed,
And wondrous mothers be.'
'I'll buy the love I want,' he said,
'No squally brats for me.'
. . . I hope the devil stoketh well
For him a special hell.

Why do things right
When you can always do it wrong
Me and the right way
Well, we've never got along
If you do it right the first time
The second time would be all alone
Why do things right
When you can always do it wrong

If you always did it right
They'd expect it all the time
Then if you made a mistake
Somewhere down the line
They'd all be flabbergasted
That's the best way to describe
If you ever got it wrong
Instead of getting right

So...

Why do things right
When you can always do it wrong
Me and the right way
Well, we've never got along
If you do it right the first time
The second time would be all alone
Why do things right
When you can do it wrong