With a straw and a blade,
And a pill and a day,
And a night, why'd we fight,
And I'm wrong,
And you're right,

But I'm high as I cry,
And my eye; why'd you lie,
Cause you said- said it's real,
Why won't our bruise-
Ever heal?

I loved you, in that bed,
And you're stuck in my head,
Every day, what you said,
And I laid there and bled,

You were my first,
But your fist-
Was the last thing-
That I kissed.