Like a trophy from the bowling alley
Kept you dusted
Kept you clean
Wheeled you out to impress my friends
Who always said you had gotten the short end of that stick
Which was just a nice way to say
That I wasn't good looking
But you were
After they left I would beat you
Then fuck you
Leaving you in a puddle of cum and blood
So I guess it shouldn't be such a surprise to me
That I find myself where I do right now
Stabbed through the heart with a steak knife
With my lifeless eyes watching you walk out the front door
Wearing the trophy mink coat I'd bought to decorate you
Driving away in the trophy Mercedes I liked to pose with you in
All with a look of stupid surprise on my unattractive face
That I doubt the mortician will be able to wipe away
Fly free trophy turtle dove
You deserve better than me
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