Lets stand up and paint the town a lovely shade of red      Lets pretend that everything we worked for isn't dead      I still want to hold you close      I still want to watch you sleep      I still want to be the one who holds you down beneath the sheets      Watching you through the window      I envision your white turned crimson    gown      And the telephone line necklace I've wanted to give you for a while now      Your hands the warm touch of ice      Your face a lovely shade of blue      Your heart the loud sound of silence       How is this for an I love you?      I like you a lot better now      With a mound of dirt over your face      It's a lot harder to criticize me      Or cheat on me in any case      I warned you once, and even a second time      I knew his love was never as good as mine      So I will give you both the gift you always yearned      I will tie you up and let him watch you burn