Your judging eyes on my scarred hands shaking with a Marlboro red in the joints Ugly nails and pen on my knuckles saying LOVE and HATE and it's all smeared like a bug on the windshield You have lovely eyes. Even when they look so mean at me. "Stone cold *****" I know, I know. You're **** when you're bitter. There's gravel in my mouth from when you knocked me down. I drag you down with me and you skin your elbow. We bleed and now we're certain we're alive.