Petite Mort, I'm asking for an answer Petite Mort, I sang until you slept Petite Mort, you took yourself, you bastard Petite Mort, now sleeping's all that's left
You took apart the sympathetic angle When you catered to the bitterness inside Aligned yourself with depths I couldn't handle A million daily deaths before you die
Gathered a bouquet of roses and posies And straightened my tie When I got there You were nowhere I could find
Through layer after layer of subconscious I hunted for a reason in the woods I tore apart the map and started backwards I couldn't picture living there for good
I left you there to finish setting fires I left you there to propagate your lie I left you there 'cause honey, I was tired I left you but that doesn't make it right
I remember your bedroom Ivy and clover You kept me alive Knives drawn, the butcher world waited outside
Petite Mort, I'm asking for an answer Petite Mort, I sang until you slept Petite Mort, you took yourself, you bastard Petite Mort, now sleeping's all that's left
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