Eight months since I saw you, but I'm still in your bedroom
On my skin I can feel you
Rotting in those blue sheets, did you ever even love me?
Do I haunt you like you haunt me?
You hold my hands, my lips, my cheek
Roving me every time I speak
The marks that you left still call me
What's left of me
Out on the street and you were dragging my head
Took what I had and then you left me for dead
Now I'm on my knees and I'm just trying to forget
What will it take for you to finally leave?
Scrubbing my skin so hard that I start to bleed
Wonder if now it's just a part of me
And I know that I should have known better
But it was so cold in the middle of December
It's almost been a year and I never thought I'd be in this room
But I feel you are, you are
I sleep, the grease in my hair, the rot in my teeth
There's blood on your hands, I'm sorry, I bleed
What's left of me, oh
Out on the street, yeah, you were dragging my head
Took what I had and then you left me for dead
Now I'm on my knees and I'm just trying to forget
What will it take for you to finally leave
Strobe in my skin so hard that I start to bleed
Wonder if now it's just a part of me
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