Understand, I don't hate her
I hate what she's become
(Sorrow bringer)
I hate the illness
Wouldn't it be better if you put her—someplace?
You mean an institution?
What if I made you a promise to always be faithful and always be honest?
Would you have matched me, and would you have meant it?
I know when you lying, girl, don't even try it
I take agreement from out of that silence
I hope that you know just how serious I'm 'bout it
If I should die here, I'm haunting the grounds
And if I should die here, I'm taking you off it

Oh, you piece of shit
What if I went out to work and the shaft had collapsed
And I never came back?
Huh, what if I came home at 12 for you?
Thought it would be—and you sittin' on his lap
Huh, maybe I lift up my axe and I clock in at home, just try picturing that
Huh, I'm getting under his bark
And I'm counting the rings, and I'm eating the fat, fuck

Wait, hold up, I'm steppin' it back, now I'm playing it back
Wait, I'm taking it back, nah, fuck it
I'm tryna see how he work, I'ma take him apart and try puttin' him back
I'm wonderin', how could you fuck up this home?
We were lively and warm, now you dead in a sack
Fuck it, I'm burying you by the bridge
So you bounce off the boats, and fill up with rats

Oh, you're a piece of shit
What if I went out to work and the shaft had collapsed
And I never came back?
Huh, what if I came home at 12 for you?
Thought it would be—and you sittin' on his lap
Huh, maybe I lift up my axe and I clock in at home
Just try picturing that
Huh, I'm getting under his bark
And I'm counting the rings, and I'm eating the fat, fuck
Oh, you're a piece of shit

I've grown tired
My hands rest, wired, tied up
I've nothing to regret, I love it so much
Four walls holding my soul
I almost threw up this moment
My rage keeps growing so much

What if I went out to work and the shaft had collapsed
And I never came back?
(Grow so much)
What if I came home at 12 for you?
Thought it would be—and you sittin' on his lap
(Grow so much)
Maybe I lift up my axe and I clock in at home
Just try picturing that (grow so much)
I'm getting under his bark
And I'm counting the rings, and I'm eating the fat, fuck