Crimes in the Spring

Crimes in the spring
Crimes in the spring
True love calls for
crimes in the spring.

Is it the heart or the head
split open in the bed?
You’re playing host
to a friend’s ghost
that you set wandering.

She told you who you were
and you listened to her.
Now here you stand,
filth-coated hands,
while she cries ‘Madman’
and ‘Murderer’.

Crimes in the spring
Crimes in the spring
True love calls for
crimes in the spring.

Toil and trouble
swell this blood bubble.
It burst and stained
not contained in
your house reduced
to rubble.

Crimes in the spring
Crimes in the spring
True love calls for
crimes in the spring.

Crimes in the spring
Crimes in the spring
True love calls for
crimes in the spring.

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