Never Leave a Job Half Done
Blood stains on the carpet
Blood stains on my hands
Drag her toward the kitchen
Hide the evidence
Oh the toil a lie can bring
That quitters never know
But lies can be the perfect things
If they never show
The crisis posed a question
Just beneath the skin
The virtue in my veins reply
That quitters never win
She almost ruined everything
Writer/s: DAVID SHANNON BAZAN
