Red Paper Bag

So a red paper bag broke my heart today
 No one knows that it came form your hands
 The blood is still perched by the third letter form the right
 The red paper bag has been tucked away
 Safe from supply and demand
 But if I dare delight in its beauty I might
 Just keep dying again and again
 So the red paper bag tries to call to me
 As a tear drowns an ant on the floor
 I suppose it is worse to indulge in a curse than to fight
 But I'm just about dead from this tragedy
 "Or am I?" she says with a grin
 I find out what it's worth just by finding out how much it hurts
 And the state I'm in
 I'll just put the two corners together
 My soul plays a grave for the night
 As I bury my head in the pillows he says
 "Perhaps in another life."