Jules, he was fucked up, and Jessie she was pureless.
So of course they fell in love.
Jessie let Jules know what was wrong with him.
And Jules stopped using, and binging, and pissing his whole life away.
And Jules told Jessie he'd die for her, which looking back, was the right thing to say.
I cut you a piece of me, I cut you a piece of me.
And where you go I will go too.
Yes, I am now apart of you
Jules and his Jessie, got married in his temple, cause they calculated, that Jules was more jewish than Jessie was Catholic.
Jules mother was pleased.
Married six months, when on route 87, Jules turned quickly, in a beaten mitsubishi, killed Jessie in a crash.
A marriage begun and ended,
With broken glass.
His life was scattered, and soon was her ash
I cut you a piece of me, I cut you a piece of me.
And where you go I will go too.
I lost my life when I lost you.
Yeah you loved someone so much.
That to lose them is to never recover, You've given part of your being to them and when they go, you can never have it back you can never have it back.
I haven't thought of Jules, or Jessie, or their story in the better part of a year.
But warming your hands in mine fills me with terror, that I will lose you, today, or tomorrow, in two years, or seventy.
When even the Earth has numbered days.
I can give just one thing that stays.
I cut you a piece of me, I cut you a piece of me.
For where you go I will go too.
I am now apart of you.
From now on i'm half a soul, Without you I can't behold.
So cut me a piece of you, cut me a piece of you, and where I go you'll always be.
Oh, you are the start of me, Oh, you are the start of me