Bad Blood Better کے بول

early cloudy Sunday morning a somber letter I did write to let you know the status of this alcoholic madness, we have landed hard you deny that there's a problem you left your hand print on my face you sent an instant message with the hardest of intentions my will imposed on you you flail and crack my skull all thoughts flood to the floor bad blood better no blood at all used me up without permission the taste of last night's sex in my mouth my breath is blood and sweat choking like a tourniquet soulless feeling deep desire destructive answer and call break me break me over and over bad blood better no blood at all fucked up in my own head cross myself and hope to God I die happy making my escape as quiet as I can I'm leaving you now I contemplate the situation and pray for change upon my fate something tells me it ain't changing