We All Fall Down - A18

I want to be your victim

I want to pull a knife a day deep from my heart

I want to bleed like the stuck pig that I am

I want the suffering heard ten miles from where we are

drive this dream

I die every night for love

darkness please

I avoid the light for love

I want to be your excuse

I want to sleep on razors every night

I want to be at the wrong end of your weapon

I want to be the bits of skin under your nails, alright?

if I was even remotely clever enough

and for a second to match your wit

I would hatch a diabolical scheme to steal

the keys to your garden (heart)

and the keys to your kingdom (soul).