When I get back, pre-break of dawn   Hear the ring it's me, live from a pay phone   Talking in the rain   Things pan out exactly as I say they will      Will I be less happy when I get back?   Two hand in one glove as if we were poor   The hard up make the soup from stones   Like the poor before them did before      You say the waiting could crush your heart   But it's nothing new to me   Have you crave me so desperately   But I know how when you need me      You bleed for me though now I'm gone   You fill my shoes with new fans   Always and forever, we are apart and may she see   She'd be free rejoicing in distance      If she only let me sleep   Will things make less happy when I get back?   Absence makes the heart grow still   Abuse the hunt, confuse the kill   I know, I know      Make the dead feel deader, deader   Make the dead sleep nights with a razor   Waiting, kill the prey   I'll hold my child's head underwater      If it's a boy, I was joking, if it's a daughter   I'll say I did what I did because I had to      And if you find my kid later, tell her I laughed too   We just might work out fine because I love you enough   To let you give the pain that I want      And when you do, I just might fuck you enough to love you   Once upon my night stand, lied letters piled in columns   Postmarked Middle Island, out east in the country of Solemn