The body's been dead not seven days, you've already fucked it a hundred ways. Stiffer than some but more willing than most, "If this is your idea of some kind of joke..." You can teach your razorblade a thing or two about suicide. Now cross your heart and wash these sheets, You're going to wake the whole fucking street. Let's get this thing off the nearest bridge. And I know you didn't mean to, Sweetheart you never mean to, I know you never meant to, But you did.
