my sweethearts piano

Night Before Death

You were a singer, you sang all types of songs tonight was a special night. Tonight HE came to see you, the man you were in love with but sadly you were already a married woman. A forced marriage but married none the less.

You looked out and saw His Forrest Green eyes, brown hair, and Cheshire smile.

And then you sat at the piano and started to sing...

My sweetheart's piano is rat filled~
And mine is infested with bugs,

He smiled wider as he listened to your voice.

The music we make is unnatural,
But it sounds just like falling in love~

He lightly bit his lip trying to contain his wide smile, your husband was next to him after all

This butch~
This butch~
This butch~
This butch~

He makes me go weak in the knees
But I can't let him see me swoon
Or else he may think I am weak~

Tomorrow I'll dig through the garbage
And we'll fish out all kinds of new trash
And when we go back to my apartment
He'll probably kick--

I sing his songs in my garage
And make him fall in love with me
And once we're done~

The sun is gone~

Wе both just laugh so nervously
I talk real slow
And speak rеal low
Hoping he'll lean into me
And we just laugh cause
What was that?~

We can't take ourselves seriously
This butch~
This butch~
This butch~
This butch~

He makes me go weak in the knees
But I can't let he see me swoon
Or else he may think I am weak~