A rat could have a heart attack with a tablespoon of 
soapand I know I'd need much more than that.
And I heard with a little sugar Lysol tastes like 
cherry coke,
that's what I heard on the radio.
I also heard that blood can boil at 108 degrees,
but you know, it would take much more for me.
And with your brains you couldn't see this cold heart 
was changing,
thawing out and you didn't know.
So I moved on like I was told.
Water your flowers and watch me go.
This is what you waited for.
Throw me on my way.
You found someone else to need, replacing me.
This is what you wonder.
How long can I take the heat?
Watch me.
So don't forget to pull a chair up,
you don't wanna miss the show and if you're squeamish 
with the stomach,
better turn your head and roll.
I'll be duct-taped to the sofa;
I'll be soaked from head to toe with cleaning liquids 
and chemicals.
Already tried to guzzle Drano, shot ammonia up my nose,
but you know it takes much more than that.
If I could only find my matches then we would be good 
to go,
so before you run out the door...
Get a light.
It's no big deal; my mind's already gone.
This is what you wanted; now it's what I need.
Let's be honest, how's your new man gonna top this 
night with me?
Forget all that you've heard.
Hate's not a dirty word.
Watch me.
Thinking of the ways that I've been misplaced sitting 
by your side,
I've got time to think it over.
At this moment I'm content watching my life go by.
You've watched me wade in this lake of shit while 
you've stayed dry.
You never mind the odor.
I'll try to keep this smile until the moment I die.