Ghosts Under The Guillotine

Take this letter I wrote
To the girl I loved once
Now all the women I know
Sleep with talk show hosts

To the lies that I told
Darling lets raise a toast
And when your husband comes home
I'm out the window

It's so dark I can't see
Three feet in front of me
And all the ghosts under the guillotine
They're all whispering to me

But I'm not listening
I'm not listening
And when your husband comes home
I'm out the window

Take this letter I wrote
To the girl I loved once
Now all the women I know
Don't compare with you lovе

Disowned our sorrows in drink
So we'd nevеr need think
You were sick in the sink
I was crying I think

It's so dark I can't see
Three feet in front of me
And all the ghosts under the guillotine
They're all laughing at me

But I'm not listening
I'm not listening
And when your husband comes home
I'm out the window