Waiting for Her to Kill Herself

I’m waiting for her to kill herself
There’s nothing I can do
I’m waiting for her to kill herself
How could I stay away?
I want to be close
As close as it gets
She lets me
I make her weaker
But she lets me try to save her
I’m waiting for her to kill herself
I treasure every day
Can’t believe her patience with this mediocre world
This formulated chaos into which we are hurled
I’ve made peace with my one track mind
I choose what I see and leave spots blind
She gets the picture all the time
And the cracked wall behind
The termites are baying for blood
The worms are baying for blood
The birds are baying for blood
The moon is begging for blood
She never cries, barely sleeps
She’s laughing all the way
I’ll never make it right
I’m waiting for her to kill herself
I treasure every day
I face down every night