One Day He Went Out for Milk and Never Came Home The Paper Chase

[Entry number two, at one point I had the time... now time has me]

I lay my black heart on the table
And it just may make itself at home
Cut short the cord length on the phone
Your smoke alarms and barred windows
Can't save your house, God burn your soul

Is my dinner in the oven?
Lovebird, you haven't touched your bread
Revenge served cold, breakfast deathbed
I'll never touch a hair on your pretty head
I want your heart, I want your head

Sweetheart, I'd send you up to heaven
But you'd eat them out of house and home
My tender jewel, my precious pearl
My ruby red, my diamond girl
String up my kitten by her curls

So how’s it feel to know that this is all you'll ever be my darling?
A slight grease fire, accident-prone at home, at home
Say we won't lie to ourselves unlike those bastards you swear
Say it to me, we make this bond
You and me, you and me