Don’t walk me down the aisle, sweetheart.

Dress me in my suit and tie and **** me on the beach.

Wrap rocks round my legs.
Put a bag on my head.
And float me out to sea.

Kiss my mouth before you let me take my final breath.

Don’t you dare to be mad, and please don’t be sad.
Because, sweetheart, I wanted this.

Think of our kids and our one-bed apartment as you slowly let me go.

Tell me you did what you did.
And I was what I was.
But you're lonely and sad, and you're soaked.

And when you're finally caught for your crimes
They’ll lock you up for good.

They’ll say that your mad Mariticide was awfully deprived.

And that poor boy did no harm to you.

They won’t know about the fights.
Or the long, violent nights
Or the scar that ran straight down my back

You rub the salt from my face.
Which leaves only the trace of your finger grease smudged on my skin.

You whisper into my ear. I have nothing to fear.
and you loved me till my dying days.

And whilst it’s awfully strewn
Darling I love you too.
So I’d do it all over again.