kill

I control you
You don’t even speak for yourself
And I approach you
The corner of a cheap motel
I think about it often
I think about killing you
I think about there’s nothing
Nothing that I won’t do for you
I got a knife in my pocket
It’s covered in blood
And it’s yours, it is
And I didn’t know what to do with your car
So I just left in it
I’m sorry, I’m sorry
I’m sorry, I’m sorry
I’m sorry, love
You will not live to see the day
So funny, so funny
So funny, so funny
So funny, now
I’m smiling about it
I think about it often
I think about killing you
I think about there’s nothing
Nothing that I won’t do for you
I’m killing you
I’m killing you
I’m killing you
I’m killing you
I’m killing you, killing you
I’m killing you
I think about it often
I think about killing you
I think about there’s nothing
Nothing that I won’t do for you