Seventeen Is My Favorite Number - Hester Prynne

You were my favorite story, and now we write the ending
The pages trace the body back to where it started bleeding
I'm sure my eyes can tell you how long I've been waiting
To hold your lovely head after it's decapitated
You get around like a f**king disease, well
Let's see how good you look at the end of a meathook same old wretched mess
I had the perfect words, you wore the perfect dress, yes
And the first night we met, we both dropped dead
So run and hide you coward, I love the thrill of the chase
Did you forget what was promised?
So good in the sheets, but you should finish what you started before you go and try to f**k the wound
Payback's a b**ch, and so were you
I thought you might be different, turns out you're just another b**ch I'd like to tear the head off of and keep it in my closet, with all the pictures of us
And after all the time you kept the past a secret
The truth came back for you
Don't mourn the bride, this was her final vow