One minute they were so in love
And the next one, she had passed.
I knew something was curious
The guilt writ on his face,
Right there in black and white,
I think it serves him right.
The story served his purpose,
And now look what he did.
The acts were his designs.
I don't tell him what to do;
I just tell it back to you.
He killed her with his kiss.
I think it serves him right.
I think it serves him right.
And I deserve to be upset.
Maybe the price of being wrong
So please tear up my memories
Into a thousand little parts,
And give them to somebody else
Who won't tear out my heart.
The leads and the details
Are enough to tip the scale.
Take his life for a refrain,
Make the verses his domain,
Put him inside of the frame
And have him tell the tale again.
A life in paper he will serve.
The correction he deserves:
I think it serves him right.
As he concealed from everyone
His crimes and his misdeeds.
More power in the sentence
Than in the power of the word.
And his actions into verbs.
Box up the hopes I had to change --
I don't want them around.
Strike a nail into the coffin
And put it in the ground.
If a confession's what you want,
Then I'm happy to oblige.
Sing it from the mountaintops.
I know the truth's a lie.
To give them a bitter meal.
Couldn't compare to how I feel.
I tried to steal a little love from life,
And I know it serves me right.