So Tonight I’ll Pick Apart Your Pictures And Overanalyze Your Words

So tonight I’ll pick apart your pictures
and overanalyze your words,
and soon I hope you’ll realise
we’re not like those love birds,

I could see you stood there,
I could hear you shouting too,
I saw those tears that fell,
you’re right, I stared straight through.

you hurt me worse than words can tell,
so I’m going to hurt you too,
the worse thing I can think of,
and you wont have a clue,

I’ll scream about you too your friends,
I’ll tell your parents what we did,
I’ll write down all the things
that we stole and then we hid.

So tonight, my precious pumpkin,
do not be surprised,
when i tell you what we had,
all those years,
are lies.

All those memories and photographs,
the stories we used to tell,
about our time together,
in my opinion,
can rot in hell.