finishing life with you

would be the best thing i could ever do

the days when i'm hardly movin'

will be the saddest and they're comin' soon babe

blinding yes that's what they say

and i want it to stay that way

so put on your hat, don't stay

don't wanna wait until i hate you again

leave all your insects, too

'cuz there'll be plenty crawlin' all over you

we'll never have to fall apart or

leave each other or break our hearts

but that's ok i don't really mind

a love like you isn't very hard to find

well i'm not the one for you

and i could have killed you, too

just like i did your aunt and uncle, sue and drew

beautiful blueish-greenish skies

yes, this here day will serve us quite alright

gloominess, sadness, tears, and fear

yeah, we'll have none of that, not here

just me and you and you and me

'cuz 2 is the perfect number

3?

3 would mean catastrophe

yeah, 3 would be silly

(knock, knock, knock)

"hey!! hey!!! heyyyyy!! hey!"

you left all your clothes in a bag

you might be wondering why i look like such a wreck

spent all night in a chair

well it was no use 'cuz you already weren't there

here's to say surprise surprise

you'll rot a widow and die my wif