You’ve found your love, and I’ve found mine
In the form of a neat, clean line
Straight down my wrist.
Because a jagged razor is softer on my skin
Than having to hear the lies you spin,
The ones you told before we kissed.

I hope she makes you happy like I never could.
No, don’t mind me, I swear I’m good.
I swear I’ll be okay.
And don’t you worry about the blood in the drain,
It’s just a little something I need to keep me sane;
Something to fade out the gray.

The blade is more passionate than you could ever be,
And when you’re with her, do you ever think of me?
Because metal is my only thought.
Unlike you, it’s able to set to my veins a fire,
And making love to the knife takes me higher
By hitting just the right spot.

When you left, I thought you’d taken away my dreams,
But I found a new future in the way it gleams,
The light in a murky cave.
And even as it slowly withers away my life,
I can still bloom into a beautiful wife,
Forever married to the grave.