kill - WIINSTON

I control you

You don’t even speak for yourself

I approach you

In the corner of a cheap motel

I think about it often

I think about killing you

I think about there’s nothing

Nothing that I won’t do for you

I got a knife in my pocket, it’s covered in blood

And it’s yours — it is

And I didn’t know what to do with your corps

So I just left it there

I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry Love

You will not live to see the day

So funny so funny so funny so funny so funny enough

I’m smiling about it

I think about it often

I think about about killing you

I think about there’s nothing

Nothing that I won’t do for you

I’m killing you

I’m killing you

I’m killing you

I’m killing you

I’m killing you

I’m killing you

I think about it often

I think about about killing you

I think about there’s nothing

Nothing that I won’t do for you