I won't cry my eyes out in surrender.
There will be no wife lag about my door.
...

I know I left too much death and destruction
to come back again.

The story:

So my friend and I are on road trip and planning to hit a Karaoke bar in the next town. We're trying to build a duet by singing along with his iPod and I start in on my lyrics, which are clearly about a woman who is getting over the breakup with her fiance. He left her because he couldn't deal with the fact that she covered up a murderous spree, and cannot stay with her, but cannot turn her in for the crime either. She's a psycho killer who won't have to deal with a divorce, or "wife lag," as it were, but is madly in love with her ex. It all makes sense, right?