I guess the time has come for me   to leave you darling.   The road is up ahead   whle you're kept in this trunk behind.   I ponder taking you with me   as i flee for Sweden.   But baggage held in life   is baggage held in death.      I never wanted for a pain    aside form laughter.   I wanted nothing but to melt your snow.   But something took your gaze from me   and left me bleeding.   I'll send a postcard to your memory.      My knife of desperation   ondered on your wristed smile.   So many steps    and each one taken   thinking of you for miles.    I know my heart will know   no matter if i flee for Sweden   That you're here left behind.   Your parents cry.   Your body's missing.      I sense the coming of long nights.   The weather's changing.   It's getting darker in our happy home.   I've gotta get away right now   for soon they'll find my   display of heartache.   wooded, locked, and keyed.      Im hoping the opening of the trunk    is something they don't think of.   Contorted, bound lies my pain.      In the back of my mind   I kind of pray that they will somehow    find me.   For I am too, locked away.      Away.   Inside the trunk.