She will twist everything into her spindly fingers
Twirl kaleidoscopes until the blame shifts
I have no names for Her, and she doesn't need to be named again.
For it's always me in the blame no matter how hard I try to explain that you're just drinking again

I've been told time and time again not to indirect
Not to send armies to my wars
While She continually sends brigade after brigade of fire and smoke
I lay wounded on the sideline with punctured lungs

She talks about me behind my back like I don't know
Or that I won't find out.
I said "fuck you" once, after She said it first and I'm the bad guy for taking a thousand (or 20) from Her lips drunk.
She make me out to be the devil, like She's some kind of saint.

But honey darling, I know that you've done so much more than I.
You faked your death only to have me hold your (seemingly) lifeless body and cry
See how bad I would miss you- I know the tricks of the trade sweetheart.
Then you turned your gun and buried it to my gut. 

I have done some things too, yes
Shot down doves from your side
But I never meant to.
I thought the doves were sent for target practice

You hated me for it, and wouldn't forgive me
Even though I buried them with bouquets of roses
And forgave you for taking some of my men hostage
But it wasn't enough, was it?

You had me ready to blow my own head off before you did it for me
When you were "dead" what if I decided to follow
Forever and always right?
You killed me that night. Drove me to staring at pill bottles wishing it would be enough.

You killed me that night you faked your death
And now the one that I love is forced to love a shell

I'd say for rogue lovers like you and me
There are special places in the depths of hell