I fly back down to Michigan
Bring the picture of the key
I show the locksmith Nigel

And then he laughs at me

The key is something digital

He can't recreate
So I track her down to New Orleans
To ask her on a date


Man I should've done this
A way long time ago

I pretend it was an accident
When I'm at the same hotel


"Hey there, miss, remember me?"
"We used to have a ball."
She tells me she's excited

And agrees that we should talk

Yes

Let's have a drink
Let's have a talk
Let's meet at your room at nine

So we do
We drink some wine
We talk about old times

Then she cries
Says her sorry
I tell her that it's fine

I move in close
I hold her tight
I tell her to relax or


If
she

moves
I'll
break

her
neck


This is for
Everything
Anytime

Anything
Breaking me
Leaving me

Stealing keys
Comes to an end


She
Cries
Stop

But
I don't see
Why I should

When she
Didn't for me


I
Say
Fine

But
It's
Too late


I didn't mean to kill her
But I gone done did it

I wish I could've told her
It was all over
Love, love, love

And money

So I grab her bottom lip

I pull her mouth wide open
Then I pull out my key
It was covered in
Stom - ach
Ac - Id


Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Then I book my flight
I head back to Geneva
I don't believe in God

But I do believe I'm evil

Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
I think about my life
I ponder my decisions

I walk into the bank
With 20/20 vision

Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
I open up my lock box

I only found a note
It reads "I'm sorry that I left you"
"But you have been set up, love.."

Rub my eyes and turn around
Sure enough I had been found

two guys approached me
Put a gun to my head
They told me how lucky
I am to be dead
I kneel down and feel a pinch
All I taste is smoke and soot


Don't trust
Your luck

Played my cards and now I see
This whole time she was playing me
The only people you can trust
Are in control of your blood's luck