Nola

I fly back down to Michigan
 Bring the picture of the key
 I show the locksmith Nigel
 And then he laughs at me
 The key is something digital
 He can't recreate
 So I track her down to New Orleans
 To ask her on a date
 Man I should've done this
 A way long time ago
 I pretend it was an accident
 When I'm at the same hotel
 "Hey there, miss, remember me?"
 "We used to have a ball."
 She tells me she's excited
 And agrees that we should talk
 Yes
 Let's have a drink
 Let's have a talk
 Let's meet at your room at nine
 So we do
 We drink some wine
 We talk about old times
 Then she cries
 Says her sorry
 I tell her that it's fine
 I move in close
 I hold her tight
 I tell her to relax or
 If
 she
 moves
 I'll
 break
 her
 neck
 This is for
 Everything
 Anytime
 Anything
 Breaking me
 Leaving me
 Stealing keys
 Comes to an end
 She
 Cries
 Stop
 But
 I don't see
 Why I should
 When she
 Didn't for me
 I
 Say
 Fine
 But
 It's
 Too late
 I didn't mean to kill her
 But I gone done did it
 I wish I could've told her
 It was all over
 Love, love, love
 And money
 So I grab her bottom lip
 I pull her mouth wide open
 Then I pull out my key
 It was covered in
 Stom - ach
 Ac - Id
 Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
 Then I book my flight
 I head back to Geneva
 I don't believe in God
 But I do believe I'm evil
 Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
 I think about my life
 I ponder my decisions
 I walk into the bank
 With 20/20 vision
 Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
 I open up my lock box
 I only found a note
 It reads "I'm sorry that I left you"
 "But you have been set up, love."
 Rub my eyes and turn around
 Sure enough I had been found
 two guys approached me
 Put a gun to my head
 They told me how lucky
 I am to be dead
 I kneel down and feel a pinch
 All I taste is smoke and soot
 Don't trust
 Your luck
 Played my cards and now I see
 This whole time she was playing me
 The only people you can trust
 Are in control of your blood's luck