Don't say that it's over

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Don’t say that it’s over​

You look stupid, with your head slumped on the table.
That hatchet, buried crack-pop in the middle of your head.
I've got crazy eyes, staring wildly, at the meaning of my cigarette packet.
As the room falls quiet.
In my 16th floor New York apartment.
The evidence.
Resistance to change is obvious where you lie dead.

Don't you say that it's over.
Don't you say that we are no more?
Every time that I catch you cheatin'.
My heart and mind turn to stone.

The blood runs slow, on the floor of the bedroom.
Where the body lies, of your naked lover.
As I quietly smoke a cigarette, observing the Manhattan skyline.
Knowing that everything's gone is a bitter pill to swallow.
Listening out for police siren's, all will be well.

Don't say that it's over.
Don't say that it's no more.
Just say that you love me.
Just say gimme more.

It was always, the same story, about Jonny and Jane Mary.
With their heated words, cut the air, with a knife.
She wily, he prickly on the surface.
It had been the same way, just after he married his first wife.
With her cheating ways, she danced around him like a pixie on a lea.

Don't say that it's over.
Don't say that it's no more.
Every time I caught her cheatin with another.
My heart sank and I turned to stone.

The newspapers said, it was a cold and callous murder.
Driven by jealousy and mindless, brutality.
As they catalogued every item of the story.
With an angle, of love-triangle tragedy.
But after a four-month trial, death row, is the only thing waiting for me.