I’d slit my arms open for you
Let the blood soak the wood
Watch it spread like you did
When you were sleepy and
My bed was just too comfy

Every drop of blood I have
I’ll pour in glasses across the
Counter-tops you used to kiss
Me on top of at seven a.m.

I don’t need the pumping in
My chest if you are not here to
Hear it beat against your temples
In the middle of the night
When I’m sick and you don’t sleep
To check my fever every hour

What’s the point in blood if my
Heart is still in the backseat
Of your car, next to the shoes
I forgot to get after the beach

If it would bring you back
I would deal with the cold of
Uncirculated skin and freezing
Lungs holding their breathe until
You say you love me again

Fill your limbs with my bleeding
Take it all and warm your
Mind with the feeling of me
Back in your arms, through all my
Essence I don’t need without you