When We Two Parted
Baby, I see you've made yourself all sick againdidn't I do a good job of pretend?Baby, you're saying that the victim doesn't want it to endGood. I get to dress up and play the assassin againit's my favoriteit's got personalityI should have seen this shit coming down the hallevery night I spent in that bed with you facing the wallif I could have only once heard you screamto feel you were aliveinstead of watching you abandoning yourselfBaby, you can open your eyes nowand please allow me to present you with a clueif I inflict the painthen baby only I can comfort you, yeahOut of the night we comeand into the night we goif it starts to hurt youthen you have to say so