your barren fields will never turn green
they are the saddest thing i’ve ever seen
you finished the bottle and left me no dregs
you killed me with the death between your legs
and i will drink myself to death for you
i will save my final breath for you
my tragedy was you
this is the turning of the tide
the river is deep, the river is wide
i’m drowning in you, but you’re running dry
you stab me ten times, and you won’t tell me why
and i will cut my wrists for you
i will save my final twist for you
my tragedy was you