Your words are projectiles
And your tongue acts as a trigger
And oh, I see your finger has an itch
you'd better pull while you can
still deal out to me a fatal blow.

And if I had to go under,
I'd tell them to have you come in and
be the one to cut me open
And you could carve your name into
my heart, because I already have you
Engraved in my mind.

I want to ****ing die
But, just to get inside your head
to know if you'll care when I'm dead, I want to

But only if you die with me
I'd miss you so, and I'm just so
Selfish and I want you here with me.