I think I met you on the seventeenth floor   When I stood on Margot's window sill   Or maybe it was in the Crimean war   When I lost my middle finger      I really don't love you   It just looks that way   Radio lover meets serial killer   He says it's inevitable   She says call me Grace      I think I met you on the mental ward   You watched me juggle my life   Or maybe it was in some naphthalene story   Roman candles and wine      I think I met you on death row   Somewhere in Louisiana   Or maybe it was at Heathrow   You were flying to Cancun      I think I met you at Graceland National   I was the one torching the bike   Or maybe it was at the abattoir   I was the one with the knife