I go to slit some bitches throat but all I know
Is she stays home on Tuesdays and dances real slow
Anger in my eyes bout a year ago
Though I aint feeling upset as I skip down the road
Whistle a tune, fit for a loon
So pure does she sway, I think I swooned
There she goes and shes singing so loud
The shuffling of feet comes to a stop
So shes allowed, a tear to drop
From the window, the window, I can see
I peer through the fabric of reality
I watched her do her laundry and hug her jeans
Im a violent man but not the destroyer of dreams
Im a delicate I know what pure means
The rage will subside and Ill go on with my life
Chances probably are you wont see another five
The scheming kid within me didnt want you alive
The adult thing to do is not to watch you die
