Bad Books - Petite Mort lyrics

Petit mort, I'm asking for an answer
Petit mort, you sang until you slept
Petit mort, you took yourself, you bastard
Petit mort, now sleeping's all that's left

You took apart the sympathetic angle
You catered to the bitterness inside
Resigned yourself to depths I couldn't handle
A million daily deaths before you'll die

Gathered a bouquet of roses and posies
And straightened my tie when I got there
You were nowhere I could find
Through layer after layer of subconscious
I hunted for a reason in the woods
I tore apart the map and started backwards
I couldn't picture living there for good

I left you there to finish setting fires
I left you there to propagate your lie
I left you there 'cause honey, I was tired
I left you but that doesn't make it right

I remember your bedroom, ivy and clover
You kept me alive knives drawn
The butcher world waited outside

Petit mort, I'm asking for an answer
Petit mort, you sang until you slept
And petit mort, you took yourself
You bastard
Now petit mort, sleeping's all that's left