The Guilty.

I didn't plan it;
didn't understand it
when he came home.
I don't think I can manage
to deal with the damage
if I have to heal alone.
 
happiness was home-made;
& you were my band-aid,
stick to me.
 
you brought me fire
and messed up my wires
electricity.
 
He's on an airplane
and we're causing him pain
'hope he's cried it all out
'cause we've tried it all out
you are the trigger and bullet
whenever he pulls it
we'll both be dead
but we're in love instead;
stick to me.