What do I have to tell you
To burn a hole straight through your chest?
What would you have me sell you?
I just make enough to fill in the rest.
Send a particle through you
That whispers to your aching spine,
"I can already smell you,
two seconds from now and you'll be mine."
I just wanted to hold you.
But a grip too tight tends ribs to crack.
This I already told you.
Like a dog, though, you kept coming back.

Ashes in the snow, just
gunpowder in the dust
I try to tell a story
but I'm drowning in your lust.
Keep it in a locket, now
your memories won't bow
to dementiatic tendencies
and let you break your vow.

And while I'm not the reaper of
broken promises, I love
looking at you through a
scope from half a mile away.