Nola

I fly back down to Michigan

Bring the picture of the key

I show the locksmith Nigel

And then he laughs at me

The key is something digital

He can't recreate

So I track her down to New Orleans

To ask her on a date

Man I should've done this

A way long time ago

I pretend it was an accident

When I'm at the same hotel

"Hey there miss, remember me?"

"We used to have a ball."

She tells me she is excited

And agrees that we should talk

Yes

Lets have a drink

Lets have a talk

Lets meet at your place at

Nine

So we do

We drink some wine

We talk about old

Times

Then she cries

She says her sorry

I tell that it is

Fine

I move in close

I hold her tight

I tell her to relax or

If she moves

I'll break her neck

This is for

Everything!

Anytime!

Anything!

Breaking me

Leaving me

Stealing keys

Comes to an end

She

Cries

Stop

But

I don't see

Why I should

When she

Didn't for me

I say

Fine

But

It's

Too late

I didn't mean to kill her

But I gone done did it

I wish I could've told her

It was all over

Love, love, love

And money

So I grab her bottom lip

I pull the mouth wide open

Then I pull out my key

It was covered in

Stomach

Acid...

Then I book my flight

I head back to Geneva

I don't believe in God

But I do believe I'm evil

I think about my life

I ponder my decisions

I walk into the bank

With 20/20 vision

I open up my lock box

I only found a note

It reads

"I'm sorry that I left you"

"But you have been set up, love."

I rub my eyes and turn around

Sure enough I had been found

Two guys approach me and put a gun to my head

They told me how lucky I am to be dead

I kneel down and feel a pinch

All I taste is smoke and soot

Don't trust

Your luck

Played my cards and now I see

This whole time she was playing me

The only people you can trust

Are in control of your blood's luck