Flores Para Los Muertos

I bet if I whispered in your ear
all the things I think about you,
it'd kill you

And I’d have no time to apologize
even if you asked and
I was just being honest
you’d die
just like that
and your wicked ol’ death would haunt me for the rest of my life
'cause although your go would be your very own fault
I’d mourn your death and blame it myself

That’s just the kind of guy I am