Climb into my empty chamber, lovely, oh, I've got words for you.
Tomorrow you'll be but a trail of smoke and I'll be on to something new.

But not happily...

You can be my new obsession, I'll love you deeply and impossibly fast.
The catch, my dear, is only this: the love tends not to last.

But the speed of something doesn't lessen effect, often the opposite is true.
Why, just imagine a human body when a bullet comes tearing through.

You won't believe me, that it isn't my choice, but I swear to you it is the truth.
"Sic semper tyrannus," you'll cry, unconsoled, thinking me the John Wilkes Booth.

Though I am none; not villain, nor tyrant, this reaping is not what I sow.
But the evidence mounts with each passing love and my weapons and wounds only grow.

Thus, I've accepted this fait accompli for alternatives I cannot force.
Because I do what I do and you did what you did and so nature does take its course.

Crawl into my empty chamber, lover, oh, I've got words for you.
Tomorrow you'll be a trail of smoke and I'll be on to something quite new.

But not happily...