Partners In Crime

I'll be the scapegoat. And you'll be the martyr. I'll be the son. And you'll be the daughter. I'd like to be the dirt on your coffin lid. I miss you that much. California sends it's regards speaking for the other states. I brought you flowers that I stole from another grave. I'll be the scapegoat. You'll be the martyr. I'll be the sun reflecting on the water. I'd love to be the dirt on your coffin lid. I miss you so much. There are words that I never had the chance to say and if they found their way to my lips, the ears that would hear aren't your's. So I don't give a shit. No, I don't care one bit. My mouth will stay stuck this way. Like it's been for years. So if the noose fits. Wear it. I always knew that things would be fine. We'd be partners in time. A hangnail moon lights my final thoughts. A rope draped over a branch. Oh, if the noose fits. Wear it. If that coffin's wide. Share it.