Hurting And Shoving

When I get back, pre-break of dawn
Hear the ring it's me, live from a pay phone
Talking in the rain
Things pan out exactly as I say they willWill I be less happy when I get back?
Two hand in one glove as if we were poor
The hard up make the soup from stones
Like the poor before them did beforeYou say the waiting could crush your heart
But it's nothing new to me
Have you crave me so desperately
But I know how when you need meYou bleed for me though now I'm gone
You fill my shoes with new fans
Always and forever, we are apart and may she see
She'd be free rejoicing in distanceIf she only let me sleep
Will things make less happy when I get back?
Absence makes the heart grow still
Abuse the hunt, confuse the kill
I know, I knowMake the dead feel deader, deader
Make the dead sleep nights with a razor
Waiting, kill the prey
I'll hold my child's head underwaterIf it's a boy, I was joking, if it's a daughter
I'll say I did what I did because I had toAnd if you find my kid later, tell her I laughed too
We just might work out fine because I love you enough
To let you give the pain that I wantAnd when you do, I just might fuck you enough to love you
Once upon my night stand, lied letters piled in columns
Postmarked Middle Island, out east in the country of Solemn