My blood is a battleground
My body's on its way
I walk out to subtle answers
And questionable faith
With your arms in hand
What's a better plan
Than having all you say
Come back to berate, come reiterate
Still call us cowards
Everything I thought I stood for
Has been burned into the ground
Sneak in overnight and take my life
Without making a sound
Can we act like we're okay?
Can you think of anything that's left to say?
Blood in my mouth
Try not to shout
Lash the f*ck out and pretend we're okay
With your arms in hand
What's a better plan
Than having all you say
Come back to berate, come reiterate
Still call us cowards
I look up from the past
Don't you regret everything?
Nothing torn
No subtle pass
Don't you regret everything?
Don't you regret anything?