I stole it from your pocket and then

I left without a sound

I put it in a locket and then

I put it in the ground, because

We both know that no evidence can be found

I placed each photo that I collected and prized in the fire

I made a little potion and then

I capped it with my tooth

And if I had a notion that they

Would offer me a truce

I would trade each forbidden fortune

Instead, they'll fit me for a noose

They'll string me up by my vows

Just for that hour next to you

I hear the voices below

A lame, mangy mob

A cool constant stutter

From pink swollen tongues

Well they don't know how I feel

For these flirts, and these tramps

Oh, wrist cutters, each one of them

Oh stop, please listen

You know they're not that innocent

Oh

I hear the voices below

A lame, mangy mob

A cool constant stutter

From pink swollen tongues

Well they don't know how I feel

For these flirts, and these tramps

Oh, wrist cutters, each one of them

Oh stop, please listen

You know they're not that innocent

Oh

No no no no it's not me (Oh)

No no no no it's not me (Oh)

I've paid all my debts

And it's such a small fee

For some sleep

My neck for some sleep