Seventeen Is My Favorite Number

You were my favorite story
And now we write the ending
The pages trace the body back to where it started bleeding
I'm sure my eyes can tell you
How long I've been waiting
To hold your lovely head after it's decapitated

You get around
Like a fucking disease, well
Let's see how good you look at the end of a meathook
Same old wretched mess
I had the perfect words
You wore the perfect dress
Yes
Yes
Yes

And the first night we met, we both dropped dead

So run and hide you coward
I love the thrill of the chase
Did you forget what was promised
So good in the sheets
But you should finish what you started
Before you go and try to fuck the wound

Payback's a bitch

And so were you

I thought you might be different, turns out you're just another bitch I'd like to tear the head off of
And keep it in my closet, with all the pictures of us

And after all the time you kept the past a secret
The truth came back for you

Don't mourn the bride
This was her final vow