In The End

You do know that love could kill ya

Let all of these blame taking narcotics

Raise their hand once again

Disputing the real issue

 

Fall into the devotion

That may harm your every way

Every day

The sound of that name

Is enough to drain the pain

From any unfortunate dissipated lover

Here again, shifting the blame

 

You do know that love could kill ya

Some may say

A candle lit murder

Even so

Let’s romanticise the idea of romance

Until the faithful definition

That has lasted all this while

Pops its clogs

 

You do know that love could kill ya

Are you disconcerted by that idea

Does it make you feel a bit twitchy

A subliminal itch

That can only be scratched at the cost of acknowledgment

 

Could the stained carpets

The growing pile of dishes

Or maybe the door handle that could do with an oil

Possibly even the other one-hundred pending tasks

Be enough to draw attention to the fact 

That you do know that love could kill ya.