Painting broad strokes of black brings blood down my head I can't handle anymore phone calls telling me another friend is dead I miss your laugh and I miss your smile It'd be nice to hear from you every once in a while You're gone I will never be able to ask how you've been Or where you are or how I could lose another friend I tried to destroy me to
Hell only knows what I've been through So I left my regrets at the foot of my bed An I .... when I'm older, I wouldn't forget How to cut myself open just to rinse myself clean again Your d**h hangs over my every move Everything is a constant reminder of you So you want me, so that I can want you too I can want you too if you want me too