Hurting And Shoving (She Should Have Let Me Sleep)

When I get back, pre-break of dawn

Hear the ring it's me, live from a pay phone

Talking in the rain

Things pan out exactly as I say they will

Will I be less happy when I get back?

Two hand in one glove as if we were poor

The hard up make the soup from stones

Like the poor before them did before

You say the waiting could crush your heart

But it's nothing new to me

Have you crave me so desperately

But I know how when you need me

You bleed for me though now I'm gone

You fill my shoes with new fans

Always and forever, we are apart and may she see

She'd be free rejoicing in distance

If she only let me sleep

Will things make less happy when I get back?

Absence makes the heart grow still

Abuse the hunt, confuse the kill

I know, I know

Make the dead feel deader, deader

Make the dead sleep nights with a razor

Waiting, kill the prey

I'll hold my child's head underwater

If it's a boy, I was joking, if it's a daughter

I'll say I did what I did because I had to

And if you find my kid later, tell her I laughed too

We just might work out fine because I love you enough

To let you give the pain that I want

And when you do, I just might fuck you enough to love you

Once upon my night stand, lied letters piled in columns

Postmarked Middle Island, out east in the country of Solemn