She's a beaten dog,
With yellow nails.
I just would like to let you know.
That I got deep...enough...around,
At carving away at your skin.
Spitting and laughing in my face.
Spitting and what I found were alarm clocks.
You started biting at your fingernails.
To prove we're not breathing.
I'll awake from sleep to give a kiss.
The killer is gone tonight.
But isn't it bitter to question our love?
Not it's not, it never was.
Why do I find peices of your teeth,
On piano keys?