Bad Books - Petit Mort lyrics

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