The machine guns with bunny rabbit ears that shaped your fist
And the splinters of my wooden teeth that caught and cut your kiss
And the brains all over my body, they were screaming through that night,
Fighting for what they thought was the best for me,
For what they thought was right.
But it wasn't right.
I've loved you since the first time I was too afraid to meet you
And I've missed you since the last time I still knew what to do.
I ate its veins and prayed and prayed that we could keep it dead
Like sister's hair that you found in the box under the bed.
But it wasn't right.