Weak-hearted

They might find her tomorow
I'm told they have the tinest nanotechnology
They'll search left, right, and high, and low
For transparent little me

Coroners might conclude she was weak-hearted
She must have been to fall for a shady guy like me.
Her bubbliness made me heavy-headed
I told her of my world, my dreams and a fantasy
              And the more I drink, the more I'm sober,
              The more I drink, the more I'm sober...

She said I made her physically ill
Oh, should I move away, Princess ?
You neither aren't worth a pill
I'm sorry that I'm not your taste
But I insist to confess

                 They never asked me that ?

She became deadly quiet
Seemed like she couldn't look away
I look at my half-assed broken heart
And I almost yell as I say
                 Dead people touch my feet at night !

They might find her, but they won't find me
I am the best lawyer in town
I work for the Devil and myself, mostly
I work without a frown
Now it's dawn but her flat must be dark
And it must really look like she had a heart attack.