I'M DRUNK BRUISED I'M NOT OK AND I HAVEN'T BEEN THERE'S NO COMFORT TO FIND IN YOU SO MUCH COLDER THEN YOU'VE EVER BEEN NOVEMBER WAS NEVER GOOD TO US AND THE COLD STILL BITES MY SKIN LOVER I NEVER KNEW SUCH EMPTINESS, TOGETHERNESS, RESTLESSNESS
I KNOW I'VE BEEN A BAD ONE BUT I'M FUCKED UP FOR A REASON I KNOW I'VE BEEN A BAD ONE BUT I'M FUCKED UP FOR A REASON I WON'T APOLOGIZE NO, I WON'T APOLOGIZE
SOMETIMES SILENCE IS CRUELER THEN WORDS, AND YOU'VE WHIPPED ME WITH YOUR NOTHINGNESS AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN I STAB THAT DAGGER IN YOUR SIDE FORCE YOU TO BLEED OUT ALL YOUR PRIDE ASK FOR MERCY, FOR MERCY
I KNOW I'VE BEEN A BAD ONE BUT I'M FUCKED UP FOR A REASON I KNOW I'VE BEEN A BAD ONE BUT I'M FUCKED UP FOR A REASON I WON'T APOLOGIZE NO, I WON'T APOLOGIZE
ALL THIS BROKEN GLASS I THINK IT'S TIME THAT I PACK MY BAGS YOU CAN KEEP OUR COUCH I THINK IT'S TIME THAT I'M CHECKING OUT THIS IS SHAKING GROUND AND I DON'T THINK I CAN STICK AROUND