Shotgunned cans like flowers
Drink yourself to death
Watch you fall asleep alone
Pissing the bed
Lock me up inside you

Where everything dies
Haunting me like a ghost
That’s never known a body
You can’t have mine

You’d cut off your nose
Just to spite your face
Just to serve it to me
On a silver tray

Shoot yourself in the head
Just to spray the guts
On your baby portraits
Flowerbeds and altars
Made out of bottles and vomit

No I don’t love you anymore