Valentine's Day

I give her a cig,

A full pack and a dying lighter

I lend her my left hand

With a knife

She wants a fire gun 

She's sick of being in a cage

But she's there for attempt of murder

So she's not coming out so soon

And if she escapes 

I'm fucked

I love her with all my guts

But I know she's up to no good

She lures me with her short skirts

And spread legs

She smells like protection

I'm not scared of pain,

I'm scared of pleasure

She keeps chanting those promises

Of a wonderland

I'm slipping back into the hole

And I foresee a disaster

I'll have to take her back soon

I don't know how

I'm running out of cigarettes 

She enjoys herself

With a soundtrack

And she's getting too comfortable around the blades

I sense the sexual tension

As we dance around the steering wheel

I have to be tough and rough

If I want to win that dispute

I've been buying her some make up

And I don't know how she made herself a window

She must have had some help

But I don't have time to go investigate the matter

She's sneaky

I wonder who's more slippery

But I grab herself by the neck

And stuff her mouth

So I can stop the singing

She's fighting for her life

She know how much I love her

But I'm still her jailer

I cannot lock her window,

So I guess she'll have the moon for now

She'll be coming out soon

But I'm terrible at tracking time

So I'll leave her leashed

She's likely to escape the chain

And I don't have a plan B

So I guess when the time comes

I'll have to buy her another lighter