My Bat  

 
You can you call me your bitch
leaving me on the seven year itch
I can you call you a whore
but you keep coming back for more
can you tell me I'll be missed
even despite I'm always pissed
can you tell me you love me
with this fear you held above me
can you turn up at my place
and slap me cross my face
must I always run and hide
or should I let my baseball bat decide

No longer will I live with fears
I'd rather die than shed more tears
this has been coming for a long time
I used to be yours, you used to be mine
I don't care the nagging dirge you're singing
I say fuck you and just keep on swinging
after all this marital strife
I'm about to end your life

this was over far all too fast
as I hear you breathe your last
your moaning stops, your silenced cries
For anyone's questions, the bat now replies