Bleed

Can you tell?
Am I too good at deceiving myself?
I put your things back on the shelf
And now I hate myself again
Now I hate myself again
Do you remember when you lost your innocence?
Back when we were only kids.
Decorations in your front lawn.
All your friends are leaving, all your friends are gone.
All your friends are leaving, all your friends are gone.
But I love the way you look over your shoulder.
Tread lightly with you all around. I’m addicted and indifferent but it runs in
my hometown.
I remember where I was when you said to me «I don’t want to watch you die,
I just want to see you bleed, that’s all»
I caution you if you let me in I may have the best intentions but a catholic’s
skill at sin.