the body's been dead not seven days, you've already fucked it a hundred ways. stiffer than some but more willing than most, "if this is your idea of some kind of joke..." you can teach your razorblade a thing or two about suicide. now cross your heart and wash these sheets, you're going to wake the whole fucking street. let's get this thing off the nearest bridge. and i know you didn't mean to, sweetheart you never mean to, i know you never meant to, but you did.