Karen, Please Come Back, I Miss The Kids

Karen, please come back I miss the kids

Karen, please come back I miss the kids

How old's he again, twenty-four?

Is he still your yoga instructor?

Karen, I don't have a bed anymore

I sleep on a futon on the hardwood floor

Can you blame me? I'm quite poor

Why'd you have to be such a whore?

And I will write you songs

Until my lungs fall out

Until you hear me out

She took the fucking kids

Please, hear me now

All I want's for you to listen

Karen, I keep your hair in the drain

A little piece of you that still remains

Sometimes I stroke it

My pain burns hot as my torch

Placed outside your door

Now you'll see why you're a—

Nope, already done that one

I'll die in ritual fire

Tear my world apart

Like you did to my heart, oh

Karen, please come back I miss the kids

Was my arson not enough to convince you?

Give me back my son

So I can stop sending you my porn

So open up your door

Karen, I've been thinking

Karen, I know I've been bad

Probably shouldn't have killed your dad

But, is it really grounds for divorce? (Karen)

No

No