LYRIC FOR SALE

By Doug OConnor

Once he had a choice
To be a richer or a poor man

I went to the basement
To search for Candyland

Only you can fault the difference
Between a righteous and a good man

You miss your onesie
You miss your tongue tied
You miss your minimal self harm
You miss being undone

We know when you kill, you kill with care
We know when you kill, you kill with care
We know when you kill

It started in Virginia
With a coke knife and a bad pen

The age of holding hands
Was suckled by a slow trance

He wore black and white
His Porsché was a playpen

You left him with a cupcake
Three toothpicks and his underwear

You miss your onesie
You miss your tongue tied
You miss your minimal self harm
You miss being undone
You miss all the hit-and-runs
You miss heart-breaking the heart of hearts

We know when you kill, you kill with care
We know when you kill, you kill with care
We know when you kill
Any day now
It’ll be my turn, Mrs. Blue Skye

He built a better castle when his heart was in your hand
Now he points a pistol and he’s loaded it with your fangs

His face melts into ice dreams
And wasn’t that your whole plan

I’m crawling to the bedroom
To hide behind my Bogeyman

You miss your onesie
You miss your tongue tied
You miss your minimal self harm
You miss being so undone, undone
You miss being so undone, undone

We know when you kill, you kill with care
We know when you kill, you kill with care
We know when you kill
Any day now
It’ll be my turn, Mrs. Blue Skye

Please tell us why
Please tell us why
Mrs. Blue Skye
Mrs. Blue Skye why