If you give me this battle, I’ll give you the war I’m tired of being someone’s I’m tired of keeping score This tourniquet hasn’t stopped the bleeding yet
If you give me this battle I’ll pretend like there isn’t a lifetime Of bitterness inside of me An ugliness I hide from you So give me that goddamn bottle And then leave me alone
This tourniquet hasn’t stopped the bleeding yet I fear that I might lose a limb Or a wife Or whatever’s left inside
This tourniquet hasn’t stopped the bleeding yet I fear that I might bleed out
