You can't sleep in my bed
I won't be needing it, you take my breath
It's the end of my days
I'll take the knife to the end of your chest
Will you bring flowers to my grave?
You can lay them on the side, there
Let the bugs gather where I bleed
You can't sleep in my bed
I won't be needing it, you take my breath
It's the end of my days
I'll take the knife to the end of your chest
Will you bring flowers to my grave?
You can lay them on the side, there
Let the bugs gather where I bleed