Let me tell you a thing or two
The only thing that I have left to do
Is to write and to bleed and drown my sorrows
I hate that you leave every time the clock strikes 12
That you walk off in the dark leaving me dazed and confused
Drunk and Spinning
Tired and sore
I'm sorry I can be an attention whore
I just wish you wouldn't walk out that door
Trust me outside the door it's cold
My arms are sore and my liver is shot
And if it weren't for the breeze I'd be to hot
Boiling in guilt
Boiling in sweat
I know,
I know the way this works
I know I always leave
Although a good nights rest is allusive
An hour bed can be to intrusive
