there was a girl she wrote a song, and though it was hard to follow along the idea was simple "kill me this time" writing one hundred letters to somebody that she never knew the words all running together but the meaning was always there "kill me this time" not so much a request but a statement at its best calling out every name until it hits the one to blame "kill me this time" feeling so numb, so far better to just stand by jaded she found feelings overrated overplayed, and often hated and instead of feeling "kill me this time" a penny saved's a thought that's wasted cold nights spent sloppily nothing's earned that's worth the patience raining light on top of me slipping in and out of mind lost somewhere her sanity winding back and forth through time shiver out pent energy movement keeps her held in one but now she's either her or me there's no way to keep the peace when your body's out for lease when she came back from her trip she looked him in the eyes and said "lets pretend i never told you i'm glad that you're not dead" kill you this time