It Wasn't Homicide
Take me to a field where lovers’ dreams have bloomed
Bring your rifle, too, so in my head you can make room
For emptiness and apathy
Get rid of all that’s left of me
And between me and you
Let’s get this over soon
I’ll kneel upon the earth and close my eyes and think
Of everything inside of me that’s pushed me to the brink
The people and the stupid lies
The honesties and weary eyes
Promise you won’t blink
When you see my body sink