The Blood on My Hands

to maintain a look like this — i spent many happy hours
on my face and my nails and my hair
you see I believe that beauty is like a secret power
like love it don’t play fair
the blood on my hands
the timeless treasure
the blood on my hands
makes me weaker than water
you don’t know it but were moving in a dance
my beaded slippers brushing the floor
at my glory your afraid to even glance
its like the shadow that falls across your door
the blood on my hands
a blessing beyond measure
the blood on my hands
makes me weaker than water
i keep my life in a seashell box
with my knife and my pictures and my pills
my friends maybelline and max know
all about the truth
it can set you free — but it also kills
so take your courage and let me be
is a gutless grin all you brought
my beauty is bound for eternity
while your guts are just destined to rot
the blood on my hands
such a princely pleasure
the blood on my hands
makes me weaker than water
the blood on my hands
ripples on a golden river
the blood on my hands
makes me weaker than water