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