I fantasize about killing you in self-defense Like some night you're gonna come home with a loaded gun And try and take me out But I'm gonna be prepared and leap from my armchair Into the kitchen where I'll grab a knife And cut you down Before you can fire another round Your cat threw up on the floor again And I carefully picked up the Sad little pile of half digested pellets With a paper towel and lightly Tossed them in the trash I remember once a couple years ago I was crying in your bed but I'm not even sure looking back That even then You were my friend