Petite Mort, I'm asking for an answer
Petite Mort, I sang until you slept
Petite Mort, you took yourself, you ba*tard
Petite Mort, now sleeping's all that's left
You took apart the sympathetic angle
When you catered to the bitterness inside
Aligned yourself with depths I couldn't handle
A million daily d**hs before you die
Gathered a bouquet of roses and posies
And straightened my tie
When I got there
You were nowhere I could find
Through layer after layer of subconscious
I hunted for a reason in the woods
I tore apart the map and started backwards
I couldn't picture living there for good
I left you there to finish setting fires
I left you there to propagate your lie
I left you there 'cause honey, I was tired
I left you but that doesn't make it right
I remember your bedroom
Ivy and clover
You kept me alive
Knives drawn, the butcher world waited outside
Petite Mort, I'm asking for an answer
Petite Mort, I sang until you slept
Petite Mort, you took yourself, you ba*tard
Petite Mort, now sleeping's all that's left
Knives drawn, the butcher world waited outside