License To Kill

The gift I bought stayed on my desk unwrapped

I know the card I wrote would make you laugh

Those tulips slowly wilted in my room

Spoiled eggs like a rotten perfume

You ended things too soon

That Sunday afternoon

We were supposed to bake

You were supposed to take me home with you

I hope you cry

That whole six hour train ride

I hope you're embarrassed

And when you make it to Paris

You regret losing me

Getting cold feet

You had a choice but decided to leave

I hope you cry yourself to sleep

In an empty apartment, missing me

I still haven't washed the shirt I stole

You like silver so I don't wear gold

Pebbles in my shoes from Brighton beach

Stepping in my favorite memories

You dared me to jump in

The icy ocean

I'd do anything you ask

Go to the moon and back again

I hope you cry

That whole six hour train ride

I hope you're embarrassed

And when you make it to Paris

You regret losing me

Getting cold feet

You had a choice but decided to leave

I hope you cry yourself to sleep

In an empty apartment, missing me

You never asked for your shirt back

I don't think you ever will

Can't be surprised at how we crashed

Gave you the license to kill me

And so you did

I hope you cry

That whole six hour train ride

I hope you're embarrassed

And when you make it to Paris

You regret losing me

Getting cold feet

You had a choice but decided to leave

I hope you cry yourself to sleep

In an empty apartment

Alone in the darkness

Like a tortured artist

Missing me