Day after day
Our love turns grey
Like the skin of a dying man
Night after night
We pretend its alright
But I have grown older
And you have grown colder
And nothing is very much fun anymore
And I can feel
one of my turns coming on
Run to the bedroom
In the suitcase on the left
You'll find my favorite axe
Dont look so frightened
This is just a passing phase
One of my bad days
Would you like to watch t.v.?
Or get between the sheet's?
Or contemplate the the silent freeway
Would you like something to eat?
Would you to call the cops?
Do you think its time I stopped,
Why are you running away?
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