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Karen, please come back
I miss the kids
Karen, please come back
I miss the kids
How old's he again, twenty-four?
Is he still your yoga instructor?
Karen, I don't have a bed anymore
I sleep on a futon on the hardwood floor
Can you blame me? I'm quite poor!
Why'd you have to be such a whore?
And I will write you songs
'til my lungs fall out
'til you hear me out.
She took the fucking kids!
Please, hear me now
All I want is for you to listen.
Karen, I keep your hair in a drain
A little piece of you still remains
Sometimes I stroke it.
My pain burns hot as my torch
Placed outside your door
Now your seeing why you're a
(No, already done that one)
I'll die in ritual fire
Tear my world apart
Like you did to my heart, oh...
Karen, please come back
I miss the kids
Was my arson not enough to convince you
Give me back my son
So I can stop sending you my porn
Just open up your door.
And karen, I've been thinking.
Karen, I know I've been bad
I probably shouldn't have killed your dad
But is it really grounds for divorce?
No, no!
Is it... is this on?
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