Well, Now the Sheets Need Washing

I'm not gonna give up trying
Although I seem to be dying
With you tearing out my heart
You keep tearing me apart

You try to get inside my head
But all you want is in my bed
I am clawing at the sheets
And my heart begins to beat

With me screaming your name
You are driving me insane
And then you pull it out
I start to think about

How we just did wrong
We should have never hit the bong
But now you're inside of me
and I did finally see

I'm starring at the ground
As my heart starts to pound
I called you on the phone
And you said you were alone

But I heard her voice
And now I have no choice
I am pulling out the knife
I was gonna be your wife

Now I'm cutting up my arm
You are causing me harm
As I bleed out these tears
Think about the wasted years

The good times we had
When you cried, when you were sad
I walk into your room
With this broken broom

She's on top of you
Wait till you see what I do
There's a broom inside her head
Through your bed and she is dead

Notice I spared your life
Maybe we can end this strife
I go to hug you but you run
You turn around, OH God, A gun.