I was already ready
Ready as I’d ever be
Kept my voice steady
As she walked out on me
I called her a whore
To even the score
The sheets were stained
Does salt do that?
Outside it rained
I heard her skid
And then a crash
She didn’t scream
Her car door was ajar
She was twisted in the seat
Already dead, already meat
I wasn’t ready
Never could be
Legs unsteady
My face was stained
Does salt do that?
