Biting Bullets

Did you know you were the girl that made me hate blonde hair and

I just can't wait, to make you hate me a little more.

And every night that I spend with bloodshot eyes and no end

and enough excuses to bury me alive.

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So here I am, a love worn masochist

with hearts carved straight across my chest,

letting the carpet soak up all that's left to give.

When you swear you won't be sleeping,

'cause I can't begin to dream to shut my eyes.

And I'm biting bullets and watching phones for no apparent reason,

and I don't think that I'll make it out alive.

Did you know you were the girl that made love a four-letter word?

I just can't wait, to make you hate me a little more.

You made my head a mess with a life of doctor's notes and inkblot tests

and enough empty bottles to bury me alive.

*CHORUS*

When a smile is a close call and my words caught in my throat,

I'm an inch away from dying,

and I'm lucky if I choke (X2)

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