"Wishful Thinking"

Maybe I could kill her,

Cut her heart out,

Put it in a glass box to give to you.

Would that make you love me?

If I give you all my devotion?

Cut off her pretty head,

And let the crimson run free.

Let her be buried,

Six feet under.

And then you can be together.

Would this enrapture your heart?

Intertwine with your soul?

I guess we'll never know,

Because it's all in my head.

My wishful thinking.