Bad Blood

I’m sick to my stomach
You’ve got me dying in pain
I think you’ve actually done it
Reduced me down to my name
And my states so ordinary
Kissing my neck
I wished you cared for my
Brain
Brain
You say you wanna leave
But will you actually do it?
You think I’m writing in bad blood
You know I wouldn’t
It’s the last chance
Last day out to the cemetery gates
Where all it does is
Rain
Rain
My knuckles are bloody
Beaten down to the core
I think I’ve finally found
Just what I’m looking for
And you’re heart’s so complicated
You’re kicking me out
I wish you’d answer my
Call
Call