Snap your fingers,
Tap your bag,
Grab your hair,
Scratch your skin.
Walk as fast as you can,
Don't run yet,
Don't look back
Don't fight so hard
Hope that he'll help,
Grab your hand,
Just to hold you down,
Keep you here
Watch the blood drip onto the keyboard,
The welts and bruises on your forearms
You were meant to look nice before you leave..
Leave this town and this home,
Leave these friends and these lovers
Ha.
Lovers.