Did you know you were the girl
that made me hate blonde hair and I
just can't wait to make you hate me a little more
And every night that I spend
with bloodshot eyes and no end
and enough excuses here to bury me alive
So here I am a love worn masochist
with hearts carved straight across my chest
letting the carpet soak up all thats left to give
Chorus:
Will you swear you won't be sleeping?
'cause I can't begin to dream to shut my eyes
and I'm biting bullets and watching phones for no apparent reason
and I don't think that I'll make it out alive.
Did you know you were the girl
that made love a four letter word.
I just can't wait to make you hate me a little more
You made my head a mess with a life of doctor notes and ink blot tests
with enough empty bottles to bury me alive
so here I am a love worn masochist
with hearts carved straight across my chest
letting the carpet soak up all thats left to give
Chorus
when a smile is a close call
and my words caught in my throat
I'm an inch away from dying
and I'm lucky if I choke
(x2)
So here I am a love worn masochist
with hearts carved straight across my chest
letting the carpet soak up all thats left to give
Chorus
x2
No I don't think that I'll make it out alive.
