Nola

I fly back down to Michigan

Bring the picture of the key

I show the locksmith Nigel

And then he laughs at me

The key is something digital

He can't recreate

So I track her down to New Orleans

To ask her on a date

Man I should've done this

A way long time ago

I pretend it was an accident

When I'm at the same hotel

"Hey there, miss, remember me?"

"We used to have a ball."

She tells me she's excited

And agrees that we should talk

Yes

Let's have a drink

Let's have a talk

Let's meet at your room at nine

So we do

We drink some wine

We talk about old times

Then she cries

Says her sorry

I tell her that it's fine

I move in close

I hold her tight

I tell her to relax or

If

she

moves

I'll

break

her

neck

This is for

Everything

Anytime

Anything

Breaking me

Leaving me

Stealing keys

Comes to an end

She

Cries

Stop

But

I don't see

Why I should

When she

Didn't for me

I

Say

Fine

But

It's

Too late

I didn't mean to kill her

But I gone done did it

I wish I could've told her

It was all over

Love, love, love

And money

So I grab her bottom lip

I pull her mouth wide open

Then I pull out my key

It was covered in

Stom - ach

Ac - Id

Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh

Then I book my flight

I head back to Geneva

I don't believe in God

But I do believe I'm evil

Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh

I think about my life

I ponder my decisions

I walk into the bank

With 20/20 vision

Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh

I open up my lock box

I only found a note

It reads "I'm sorry that I left you"

"But you have been set up, love.."

Rub my eyes and turn around

Sure enough I had been found

two guys approached me

Put a gun to my head

They told me how lucky

I am to be dead

I kneel down and feel a pinch

All I taste is smoke and soot

Don't trust

Your luck

Played my cards and now I see

This whole time she was playing me

The only people you can trust

Are in control of your blood's luck