كلمات Confessional

We fucked till we had enough You made phone calls and I threw up And I made a mess of waking up Tripped on bedsheets and you made a fuss And I woke to find your tired arms Wrapped around me as you raised alarms And love, make it easy on me I've just enough to fall asleep And love, take it easy on me I'm older now and long to be Twenty-three And blood red heart on my busted lip Paint and sawdust on our fingertips And blood spilled out from my broken ribs Now here's a cunt You don't deserve to live Blood spilled out from my broken ribs Here's a cunt You don't deserve to live