Jets Under Fire - Eleven Fifty-Two lyrics

It's 11:52 And I'm stepping over you Your in the other room With slit wrists adorned I can't believe she told you When we promised not too She broke her promise You should never break your promise Oh no, what a mess My carpeting is crimson red How do I clean a stain That was left right here by your vein Police are at the door They're going to think it was me Why'd he use my knife I better take that knife I've got to get away The back door is my escape They won't find me With crimson hands Don't you know I'm the man And I don't need to wash my hands Don't you know I'm the man And I don't need to wash my hands It was her who made my brother cut his wrists