I didn’t see the murder
see the murder
I didn’t see the murder
in your eyes
see the murder
in your eyes
so I ran to you
once I ran to you
twice I ran to you
on cue like a Blackstone sleight
I missed the twist in your eyes
and you convinced me
everything was
jake
when everything was
a nun’s slap
nod you said and I will return your heart
but
you cared more about the stains on my suit
than
who I spent the night with
spent the night
spent the night
spent the night strapped to
like a cheap holster
holding death