I wake up in the morning
and I see your sleeping face
I watch your body breathe
and I get out of bed
Papers and red flowers
Scattered and torn apart
Our black dog greets me eagerly
I pat its head
As I rest on the couch
Someone knocks at the door
I hesitate and glance at my watch
I hear them knocking some more
I'm approaching the door
A violent force breaks it in
Before I can show a reaction
A bat gets swung at my head
I wake up in the evening
and I see an empty pillow
I crawl out of bed
I hold my head in pain
My feet step into blood
Poor dog was slain
Now what do I do
I've gotta get rid of the dog
Then I'll finally visit the sea
It just never was supposed to happen
exactly
like this