We fucked till we had enough
You made phone calls and I threw up
And I made a mess of waking up
Tripped on bedsheets and you made a fuss
And I woke to find your tired arms
Wrapped around me as you raised alarms

And love, make it easy on me
I've just enough to fall asleep
And love, take it easy on me
I'm older now and long to be
Twenty-three

And blood red heart on my busted lip
Paint and sawdust on our fingertips
And blood spilled out from my broken ribs
Now here's a cunt
You don't deserve to live

Blood spilled out from my broken ribs
Here's a cunt
You don't deserve to live