Bunny Boy
Shotgunned cans like flowers
Drink yourself to death
Watch you fall asleep alone pissing the bed
Lock me up inside you where everything dies
Haunting me like a ghost
That’s never known a body
You can’t have mine
You’d cut off your nose
Just to spite your face
Just to serve it to me on a silver tray
Shoot yourself in the head
Just to spray the guts
On your baby portrait's
Flowerbeds and altars
Made out of bottles and vomit
No, I don’t love you anymore