The Past and You

Darling my dear you’ve made me my day
Like talking the past for a car crash
With the things I say
The past and you
I’m not safe in my bed
With this heavy head
And oh how you make me drag with a homemade bag
Filled with store bought lead
The past and you
Honey my sweet now what’s the point?
Your insults now rhyme, they twirl and they chime
And they take their time
And I’ll watch them destroy
The past and you