Page 173 of Pretty Poisoned

She says everything dies

Whether it’s in bloodstains and ruin

Or from slow-burning lies

Either way, we’ll die screaming

She says you can’t be surprised

Death can’t be fooled by that normal-guy disguise

But I’ll handcuff you to me

So he can’t take you away

And I’ll always love you

because we’re both fucking insane

I tell her I love you

She says I’ll make some calls.

Maybe we can share a room with nice, thick padded walls

We’ll stay there forever, I’ll keep you so close

Do you think they can fit two people in one of those white coats?

But they won’t get to lock me up

They’re far too late

I met a pretty poisoned girl

and now Death has a date

I tell her goodbye

as he turns out the lights

Screaming, “If you go, I’ll carve my heart out”

she finally cries

But don’t worry, angel

Everything dies

It’s better to be poisoned

than trapped living half-lives

"That was sad," I tell him when he stops strumming his guitar. "I think we died."

"Everything dies," he says. "You said you wanted sad, remember?"

"I did."

---