I’ve begged my release of you
I’ve written my goodbyes to you
But still, she brings me back to you
And what is it that I’m to do?
My love was returned to sender with a bullet hole for a stamp
My words unwanted, and my kisses unbidden
Yet here you are, back again and here I am, begging within
Not for your love, I do not care, but for release, to God knows where
Anywhere but here with you, in this cycle of hate we go through
We can’t paint it pretty colors; shit by any other name still smells the same
So she whispers yet again, that it’s time to take my pen
To the softest of the white flesh, below that pretty face
To take my point to the ink of your carotid, and slit these lies away
She said to take this pain, and paint it into beauty
She said to take this death, and see what life can be
It feels so good to watch the blues go black in your eyes
As I kiss the last breath from your lips, no goodbyes will be given
You’d think I would feel saddened, as I had begged your return
In truth, I am so gladdened to be free of your wheel’s turn
She said it’s time to say goodbye, it’s time for something new
I said it’s time to see what lies on the other side of you
Do me a favor, think not of me
When you hear my name, don’t recognize
Please keep me dead in your memory, any more of you will be the death of me
Let these yesterdays fade to the grey they always were
Everything we had, wasn’t even a beautiful lie
Everything you are, is a memory not worth reprise
Mah Butt Itches 
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