a dog with blood in its mouth

Tell me what to do
And not get home all scratched and bruised
I’m licking all my wounds
Anything to heal them soon
And I think, when I taste blood inside my mouth
I feel alive, I feel alive
Daylight, nighttime
What’s the difference, now?
It all blurs in colors, and words I can’t pronounce
I wanna take a different route
But I don’t know how