Biting Bullets

Biting Bullets
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 to bury me alive.
*chorus*
so here i am, a love worn masochist
with hearts carved straight across my chest,
letting the carpet soak up all that's left to give.
when 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's notes and inkblot tests
and enough empty bottles to bury me alive.
*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)
*chorus*