You, The Bank, The Knives
I went to the bank,
you were there.
When I got home,
you were there.
I leaned over for a kiss
You took two knives to my legs
Stabbed my upper thighs
And you ran out of the house
I went to the bank,
you were there.
When I got home,
you weren’t there.
I’m bleeding still
I’ve removed the knives
I’m recovering well,
Thanks for asking.
I went to the bank
I robbed it
And now I’m serving years
I committed this felony
Because I had a gun
Shot nobody
I’m still bleeding
I went home
You weren’t there
You don’t visit me
You are home without me
If it’s money you wanted
Why didn’t you just ask?
Why didn’t you just ask?
I would have given you my greatest jewels
© 2011 David Greg Harth
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