I put one hand on her shoulder other on her back
I grind my teeth till they're weak so much pressure that they crack
I fill my empty stomach with some cigarette smoke
I watch you fall down those stairs as a cough and choke
Do you still feel safe with me
I watch the tears run down the cheeks underneath your eyes
Here you call out my name in more of a scream than a cry
I grab that rusty hatchet my grandfather left to me
I put my boot on your neck and tell you, "you look pretty"
Do you still feel safe with me
I beg you of your pardon give you a few more words to say
I can read it in your eyes the way you spat on my face
I don't need a box to burry I don't need to dig a grave
I just chop down like a lumberjack everything drains away
Do you still see yourself happy walking down streets so carefree?
Or are you just a lifeless body bleeding out in the debris?
Do you still feel safe with me