You were cursed that morning
The bed was on fire and you didn't bat an eyelid
You were dazed by the smoke or something cause you didn't follow
As I jumped from the first floor
My feet in were in my stomach and my stomach in my head
But from above the glass you just lit a tab
To be near you is to waste away
I thought it would get better
But it's so cold
I miss the heat from the blood in the bag
Blood in the bag...
Blood in the bag or blood on your hands ?
I hope you come back
Re-root replace
Reason with the ground again