Little Death

Throw everything away
I hope that bitch gets jealous
We dont touch like the others

Watch as she falls
Off the roof, slowly
It’s a long way down from here

So sew my hands to your hands, cross-stitch
And make the next shot Argento-red

I want to tear the dichotomy out of your throat
I want to live in the same home
It's the little death I'd die for you

I'm holding the knife above your throat
You keep begging for me to let go
You dont deserve to end on your terms
I little die for you

You just dont know when to stop yourself
Was it that hard to ask me for help
I'm just a stupid bunny rabbit
Caught in your snare