Second Date

Saw you go home late last night
Checked the front door, it was locked up tight
So I went around to have myself a little look
Snuck in through your kitchen door
Grabbed a knife from the top left drawer
You're at my feet again, but baby, you are no more
You let out your last breath
Told me that I was the best, but please, no more
But please, no more… Baby, you're getting more