Pistol Whipped

I bit the skin from off my lips
Hoping that them words would come
But nothin' did
I’m pullin' lashes from my eyes
Wishin' you’d see me
But you stay blind
I pulled the drums
From out my ears
To play for you, but you won’t hear
This rhythm, this rhythm, that I play for you
For you
You
I pulled the nails from out my toes
Hammered them into the wall to hang my roses
I drilled holes
Into my teeth
To whistle at you every time I breath
I smell like cherries and potpourri
I’m like a smokin' pistol in the breeze
Hoping you’d push a bullet
Into me
Push a bullet into me
My voice cracks
When I speak
Cuz' I bide my time screamin'
I cut the pads off my feet
So you wouldn’t hear me creep
But if ever
You think of me
And you want to hold me near
Follow the trail
Of blood
To me my dear
Dear
Push a bullet into me
Push a bullet into me