Thrill of the Kill

This ain't a love song It's the opposite in fact You got tired of caring I got tired of pulling daggers out my back Done waiting, done waiting, done waiting For something to change Another fight Another argument This state I'm in Feels more like prison If the warden threw away the key and said twenty years to life Darling I'd grab a spoon and dig most every night. At the end of the day We're both the same Two broken people after all The daylight fades and something's changed I never asked you so I don't understand what you came for What void did you fill? Was it the thrill of the kill? Or was it something more? Metaphors and similes Both descriptors equally Figurative and literal Of the hell you put me through Done Wasting, done wasting, done wasting Wasting my time You tried to cheat me at a game I couldn't win Stacked the deck, Loaded dice, and bet on all my friends If I'd had a horse to run in these here races I have no doubt you'd shoot'em in the knee