Music May Have Killed Me

I was blind to everything mean
'Cept how she made me feel;
When I was sentenced to the guillotine
-I waived all appeals.

I remarked to the executioner
When I was led there, unafraid:
Don't sharpen it too much, for her
Commenting on his blade.

Where did I go wrong?
-I keep coming up empty...
-Was it singing all those Country songs
-When I knew she hated Country?

Now I feel like Merle Haggard
Singing: 'Sing Me Back Home'
And now everything that's mattered
Will have to go on alone.

The blade glistens in the sun
And the crowd gathers there
And I hear a voice, a lonely one,
Singing:' She Thinks I Still Care'