"When I get back"
"When I get back"
"When I get... Back"

Pre-break of dawn
Hear the ring it's me
Live from a pay phone
Talking in the rain
Things pan out exactly as I say they will
Will I be less happy
When I get back?
Two hand in one glove
As if we were poor
The hard up make the soup from stones
Like the poor before them did before

You say, you say
The waiting could crush your heart
But it's nothing new to me
Have you crave me so desperately but I know
How when you need me you bleed for me
Though now I'm gone you fill my shoes with new fans
Always and forever
We are apart and may she see
She'd be free of rejoicing in distance
If she only let me sleep
"Will things make less happy
When I get back?"
"When I get back"
"When I get... Back"
Absence makes the heart grow still
Abuse the hunt; Confuse the kill
I know, I know
You say, you say
The waiting could crush your heart
But it's nothing new to me
Have you crave me so desperately but I know
How when you need me you bleed for me
Though now I'm gone you fill my shoes with new fans
Always and forever
We are apart and may she see
She'd be free of rejoicing in distance
If she only let me sleep...
Make the dead feel deader
Deader
Make the dead sleep nights with a razor
Kill the prey
Make the dead feel deader
Deader
Make the dead sleep nights with a razor
Kill the prey
Make the dead feel deader
Deader
Make the dead sleep nights with a razor
Kill the prey
Make the dead feel deader
Deader
Make the dead sleep nights with a razor
I'll hold my child's head underwater
If it's a boy, I was joking
If it's a daughter, I'll say I did what I did
Because I had to...
And if you find my kid later
Tell her I laughed too
It's nothing new to me
Have you crave me so desperately but I know
How when you need me you bleed for me
Though now I'm gone you fill my shoes with new fans
Always and forever
We are apart and may she see
She'd be free of rejoicing in distance
If she only let me sleep
"When I get back"
We just might work out fine
Because I love you enough
To let you give the pain that I want
...And when you do
I just might fuck you
Enough to love you
Once upon my night stand
Lied letters piled in columns
Postmarked Middle Island
Out east in the country of Solemn