Bloody

If I saw you laying bloody in the street
I would not bother you
I’d stop and watch if I had time
Call for help if I had a dime
I wish that this wasn’t mine
But I won’t lie
'cause the story that you made up
And our subsequent breakup
Is a better party-line to tell our friends
I wish it wasn’t mine
I wish it wasn’t mine
I wish it wasn’t mine
If I saw you getting beaten in the street
I would stop them hurting you
And I’d finish the job with my own words
And make you feel that much worse, worse than any beating could
I’d leave you with more scars than cuts and bruises could
If I saw you getting beaten in the street
I wouldn’t let them hurt you
That privilege is reserved for me
I would bleed in sympathy
I want you to hurt my way
I want you to hurt my way and feel the way I do
I want you to hurt my way and feel the way I do
I do, I do, I do…
All my energy my energy
All my energy wasted on hate
But I wish it wasn’t mine…