I'm such a wreck but I'm your wreck
I'm such a mess but I'm your mess
My eyes are bloodshot too
Blood on my hands like you
Blood on my hands
Feeling guilty when I look at my body
A year ago I said that it wouldn't hurt or haunt me
I'm tiny and I'm small
Not what you want at all
Blood on my hands
I've still got the scars from the urges, the clawing
Then why do I still feel like I am 13 and I'm falling?
Go drink your moonshine
You're not my kinda guy
Blood on my hands
Blood on my hands
Oh, this is the part where I let you go
So why are we still hanging out the window?
This is the part where I threaten you to leave
Just like how you threaten me
I still feel like I'm 13 with blood on my hands
This is the part where I let you go
So why are we still hanging out the window?
This is the part where I threaten you to leave
Still feel like I'm 13 with blood on my hands