Crime Scene

Sign on the door, keep out
I can clearly see
Boy are you trying to kill me
Something has happened here
Something they couldn't say
But it's your fault
I turned out this way

But now, I
I got you sticking like glue
And now, I
I'm to sad to kill you

(I said but) this is not a crime scene
And life was better when you
Couldn't cross
I didn't ask how you'd been
And we are happy that you're gone

It feels like I'm tripping through
Broken Glass
Rubber-kneckers trying to get past
Blood stains the carpet
Shining crimson red
But you know I'd rather be dead

So try
And walk a mile in my shoes
And now, I
I'm to sad to kill you

(I said but) this is not a crime scene
And lifе was better then you
Couldn't cross
I didn't ask how you'd been
And wе are happy that you're gone