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Tonight, when I come home from work
We'll try to tuck away my hurt
Squeeze until I cannot cope
Wrap your hands around my throat ‘til I turn denim blue
You'll say something like “I miss the real you”
Picked at a scab, while a spider spun a web
Catching all of the things hanging over my head
And then there's
Blood
On everything
On everything I love And I'm sorry
You're not that patient But my body
Is mine for the breaking
Tonight, you scream at me for being too sad
Well, I guess I'll scream at you for being too loud
And you make my best record yet
Naked, rotating to death
And then there's
Blood
On everything
On everything I love
Blood
On everything
On everything I love
And now there's
Blood
On everything
On everything I love And I'm sorry
You're not that patient But my body
Is mine for the breaking

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