History of Lovers

Louise only got from me, innocent poetry

Although she played to not listen

But still I can hear myself speak as if no one else

Ever could offer the same

Some say she knowingly tastes like a recipe

Although so foolish and willing

I said, "Babe, I can picture you, bend as if wanting to"

"Bow as the curtain goes down"

Coddle some men, they'll remember you bitterly

Fuck 'em, they'll come back for more

I asked my Louis, would she leave, and so cripple me

Then came a knock at the door

I came for my woman, he came with a razor blade

Bound, like us all, for the ocean

I hope that she's happy, I'm blamed for the death

Of a man who would take her from me

Some say they saw in me innocent poetry

Some say they'll never be certain

But still it's been written in a history of lovers

In givin' and takin' and ink

Coddle some men, they'll remember you fittingly

Cut 'em, they'll come back for more

I asked my Louis, would she leave, and so cripple me

Then came a knock at the door

Louise came to rescue me, missin' the irony

Blood made her heart change its beating

I hope that she's happy, I'm blamed for the death

Of a man she found better than me