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 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. 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. 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 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 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.