Perfect Dead

Why would you poke holes in the umbrella
When it's raining outside
How could you engrave my tomb
Before my heart's even died

You would crumple up my poem
Before even finishing the words
And step on these roses
Claiming your vision was blurred

You made perfect dead
Shot it in the head
You made perfect dead
All this love that I've bled

Burn down this house
Where all these memories are made
Cut through all these sheets
On this bed that we laid

Tied up my heart
With these knots you pulled tight
And then you decided to walk away
Without even giving us a fight

You made perfect dead
Shot it in the head
You made perfect dead
All this love that I've bled

Fucked with my head
And now no one understands my confusion
Promised me forever
And taught me eternity is an illusion

Placed a ring on my finger
Then cursed me with hell
Lifted my spirits
And now laugh that I fell

You made perfect dead
Shot it in the dead
You made perfect dead
All this love that I've bled