Oh Darling, tell me what is right.
How do you sleep at night?
When evil things are awake.
Chasing away the cause of our heartbreak.
Oh Darling, tell me what's lurking under your bed.
The night is quiet because it has secrets to keep.
When littlest stains set you off the worst,
You'll begin to notice how,
How you've been leaving pieces for us to trace all along.
Shining proof that you've been completely nothing but wrong.
Oh Darling, this is just an aide-mèmoire.
That you only write tragedies.
Note to self:
She only writes tragedies, she's here only to write