Does it feel like I've ripped your heart from your chest?
Did I hear you wheeze my name in your final breath?
I've got more than skeletons in my closet.
I take my knife and leave my deposit.
You're just another Jane Doe to me.
Moaned like an angel then screeched like a banshee.
You're just another Jane Doe to me.
Murder. Murder in the first degree.
There was blood on our bedsheets,
now there's blood on the walls.
and there's no recollection of what happened before
you reach out towards me,
so I stab you once more.
So many more, have ended like this
With a tag on the toe,
two fingers on the wrist.
I scrawl your name onto the list,
Just another Jane Doe,
Another anonymous.
So many more, have ended like this
With a tag on the toe,
two fingers on the wrist.
I carve my name onto your chest,
Just another Jane Doe,
Another anonymous.
This pillow's your headstone,
This bed is your grave,
stained with insincerity
This bed was our grave.
I lit fire to the bedsheets that we'd once burnt our names,
took both your hands as we danced through the flames,
and the embers rose up between both your legs
as I dragged your corpse from the place you first bled.
You're just another Jane Doe to me.
Another cheap love, let's call it a spree.
You're just another Jane Doe to me.
Murder. Murder in the first degree.
So many more, have ended like this
With a tag on the toe,
two fingers on the wrist.
I scrawl your name onto the list,
Just another Jane Doe,
Another anonymous.
So many more, have ended like this
With a tag on the toe,
two fingers on the wrist.
I carve my name onto your chest,
Just another Jane Doe,
Another anonymous.
