Telephone Books (Still Come in Bags)

[love_a_sinner]

You've got her beneath you
6 feet under and still true
Put her in a cage
Throw the key away in a jealous rage

You laughed holding hands
Down where the waves hit the land
When every day she takes a drag
Telephone books still come in bags

5 words with the boy
More than you could take
She's nothing to you but a toy
Another piece of plastic to break

Now every day your soul remembers
Days before bitter December
When you spilled her bright red blood
Across the snow like a flood

You've got her beneath you
6 feet under and still true
Put her in a cage
Throw the key away in a jealous rage