threat

You broke the sharp part off your pen

And scratched my name into your arm

And in the bathroom, took a picture

Of it next to your dad's gun

And Alexandra made me promise

I'd tell her if you made a threat

But I don't think you knew the difference

When you cradled me and said

"No one's gonna love you

Like I do, like I do"

No one's gonna love you

Like I do, like I do

Like I do, like I do, like I do