Panic sets in but i ignore it again
It's just your name caught in my
Throat
I'll Heimlich myself
If i don't start breathing pretty quick
Or maybe I'll just throw up

Slide under your locked door
A 3×3 inch card
A small scissors
And an engagement ring

If you can figure a way to get the card around your head
The card says
You don't have to marry me
Keep the ring

But if you can't
Which you can
You'll have to be my bride
For this short time
That it takes
Me to suffocate