louise only got from me
innocent poetry
i thought she d play to not listen
still i can hear myself
speak as if no one else ever would know her the same
some say she knowingly
tastes like a recipe
all are so foolish and willing
still i can picture you
bend as if wanting to
bow as the curtain went down

cuddle some men, they ll remember you bitterly
fuck em, they ll come back for more
i asked my louise, was she leaving so crippled me?
then came a knock at the door

i came for my woman
he came with a razorblade
bound like a song for the ocean
i hope that she s happy
and blamed for the death of the man who took her from me

some say they saw in me
innocent poetry
some say they ll never be certain
but still it s been written
a history of lovers
in given and taken ink

cuddle some men, they ll remember you fittingly
cut em, they ll come back for more
i ask my louise, would she leave then so crippled me?
then came a knock at the door

louise came to rescue me
missing the irony
blood made her heart change its beating
i hope that she s happy
unblamed for the death of the man she found better than me