attacker at the bedroom window push the ladder from the windowsill serenades me from the ground thirty feet below am i hearing voices telling me what i already know don t you move now i m just in here reading pages turning spine is breaking plot is unfolding i can t breathe because i m trying to stop the bleeding pressure stop your shaking pressure stop your shaking i was a victim of teenage romanticide and in the wrong i was a victim of teenage romanticide but not for long your voice across the tin can line is quiet unromantic i m trying to find my nerve snuff the fire mark the mail return to sender tattoo my name across your lips so you remember i was a victim of teenage romanticide and in the wrong i was a victim of teenage romanticide but not for long