Something Corporate

Its a good year for a murder
shes begging to jesus, she's pulling the trigger
there's no tears, cause hes not here
she washes her hands, and she fixes the dinner
two men come to rush her away
no ones so sure if her crime had a reason
reasons like seasons
they constantly change
and the seasons of last year
like reasons have floated away
away with this spilt milk
away with this dirty dish water, away
seventeen years, and all that he gave was a daughter
"it's me and the moon," she says
i got no trouble with that
but i am a butterfly, you wouldn't let me die
"it's me and the moon," she says
and it's over, but it just started
the blood stained the carpet