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antistar_e prompted me with: Tattoo of Your Name by VAST
She told me he was beating her today
And she showed me all the bruises on her face
I said, baby, can I make it all OK
She said, honey, you should make him go away
There's a hundred thousand dollars in the bank
And the policy he took out yesterday
We can live outside the country for awhile
Until things smooth over and get under control
There's a tattoo of your name across my soul
I bought a rifle and black guns without a name
For an alibi she went six states away
When I saw him I felt fire I felt cold
Like the devil and the lord wanted my soul
Like the tattoo of your name across my soul
So I shot him in his car until he died
I called to give the signal and she cried
Life has a way of making other plans
She called the cops and said I was a crazy man
I'm gonna get this thing removed when I can
There was never any policy
And the bruises came from falling on the street
So the judge gave me one hundred thousand years
In the courtroom she was filling up with tears
I saw her hold the lawyer's hand real tight
They looked tired from lack of sleep last night
Seems the whole time she had me under control
With a tattoo of her name across my soul
She got off and I will never have parole
Just this tattoo of her name across my soul
Just this tattoo of her name across my soul
Just this tattoo of her name across my soul
I loved my girlfriend. Every part of my life revolved around her. We had a house and a dog, we were thinking about marriage. I knew she didn't want kids, but that was fine by me. All I wanted was to be with her. I sacrificed and did everything she asked of me. I thought she loved me back. I couldn't be more wrong.
At the time, when that crazed man shot me, I had no idea what was going on. I couldn't protect myself, and I died feeling confused and scared. I just got back in my car from picking up some flowers for my girlfriend. There wasn't a special occasion, they were just flowers to say "I love you" and get her to smile. She was smiling less and less as of late. My key was in the ignition when the first shot broke through the windshield.
Bullets don't sound like you think they do. It sounded like fireworks were going off, but I knew it couldn't be. When I was a teenager, I was a stupid idiot. My friends and I shot Roman Candles off at each other. I got hit in the chest, third degree burns aren't fun. I knew that day, when I sat in my car, I knew this wasn't fireworks.
Dying is a funny thing, if you enjoy dark humor. There wasn't anyone there to greet me and lead me on to some afterlife. It was the same world, with all the same people, but more than before. There was also a sense of knowing. I knew the timeline of everything. Immediately, I knew what my girlfriend did, I knew everything she did. Oddly enough, I still loved her, despite her less than innocent life, despite her plot to kill me. I loved her for her, this was just a new aspect that I had to adjust to.
Being dead is interesting. I spend time with my idiot friends who died of drug overdoses in our teens. I met up with relatives I never knew I had. I also keep tabs on that crazy ex of mine. She continues to trap men and use them. I've met many many men and women she used in the past. Amazingly, most of us still love her. She's one hell of a woman, which is interesting, because there's a rather prevalent idea going around that she is the devil. I don't believe it, I'm really just waiting to see her get hers, because I love her.
She told me he was beating her today
And she showed me all the bruises on her face
I said, baby, can I make it all OK
She said, honey, you should make him go away
There's a hundred thousand dollars in the bank
And the policy he took out yesterday
We can live outside the country for awhile
Until things smooth over and get under control
There's a tattoo of your name across my soul
I bought a rifle and black guns without a name
For an alibi she went six states away
When I saw him I felt fire I felt cold
Like the devil and the lord wanted my soul
Like the tattoo of your name across my soul
So I shot him in his car until he died
I called to give the signal and she cried
Life has a way of making other plans
She called the cops and said I was a crazy man
I'm gonna get this thing removed when I can
There was never any policy
And the bruises came from falling on the street
So the judge gave me one hundred thousand years
In the courtroom she was filling up with tears
I saw her hold the lawyer's hand real tight
They looked tired from lack of sleep last night
Seems the whole time she had me under control
With a tattoo of her name across my soul
She got off and I will never have parole
Just this tattoo of her name across my soul
Just this tattoo of her name across my soul
Just this tattoo of her name across my soul
I loved my girlfriend. Every part of my life revolved around her. We had a house and a dog, we were thinking about marriage. I knew she didn't want kids, but that was fine by me. All I wanted was to be with her. I sacrificed and did everything she asked of me. I thought she loved me back. I couldn't be more wrong.
At the time, when that crazed man shot me, I had no idea what was going on. I couldn't protect myself, and I died feeling confused and scared. I just got back in my car from picking up some flowers for my girlfriend. There wasn't a special occasion, they were just flowers to say "I love you" and get her to smile. She was smiling less and less as of late. My key was in the ignition when the first shot broke through the windshield.
Bullets don't sound like you think they do. It sounded like fireworks were going off, but I knew it couldn't be. When I was a teenager, I was a stupid idiot. My friends and I shot Roman Candles off at each other. I got hit in the chest, third degree burns aren't fun. I knew that day, when I sat in my car, I knew this wasn't fireworks.
Dying is a funny thing, if you enjoy dark humor. There wasn't anyone there to greet me and lead me on to some afterlife. It was the same world, with all the same people, but more than before. There was also a sense of knowing. I knew the timeline of everything. Immediately, I knew what my girlfriend did, I knew everything she did. Oddly enough, I still loved her, despite her less than innocent life, despite her plot to kill me. I loved her for her, this was just a new aspect that I had to adjust to.
Being dead is interesting. I spend time with my idiot friends who died of drug overdoses in our teens. I met up with relatives I never knew I had. I also keep tabs on that crazy ex of mine. She continues to trap men and use them. I've met many many men and women she used in the past. Amazingly, most of us still love her. She's one hell of a woman, which is interesting, because there's a rather prevalent idea going around that she is the devil. I don't believe it, I'm really just waiting to see her get hers, because I love her.