Karen, please come back

I miss the kids

Karen, please come back

I miss the kids

How old's he again, twenty-four?

Is he still your yoga instructor?

Karen, I don't have a bed anymore

I sleep on a futon on the hardwood floor

Can you blame me? I'm quite poor!

Why'd you have to be such a whore?

And I will write you songs

'til my lungs fall out

'til you hear me out.

She took the fucking kids!

Please, hear me now

All I want is for you to listen.

Karen, I keep your hair in a drain

A little piece of you still remains

Sometimes I stroke it.

My pain burns hot as my torch

Placed outside your door

Now your seeing why you're a

(No, already done that one)

I'll die in ritual fire

Tear my world apart

Like you did to my heart, oh...

Karen, please come back

I miss the kids

Was my arson not enough to convince you

Give me back my son

So I can stop sending you my porn

Just open up your door.

And karen, I've been thinking.

Karen, I know I've been bad

I probably shouldn't have killed your dad

But is it really grounds for divorce?

No, no!

Is it... is this on?