Dripping blood and splinted knuckles
And those midnight eyes I love so much
And your mom might not care at all
But I do
I always do
And I'm tiered of tasting copper on your lips
Dripping blood and splinted knuckles
And those midnight eyes I love so much
And your mom might not care at all
But I do
I always do
And I'm tiered of tasting copper on your lips