Blood On His Hands

Jimmy came home one night, from a long shift
Sat down with a beer, he began to drift
Away to fantasyland he went with a smile
As the phone rang, it was only for a while

At 3am his phone lit up in the dark
A picture message of a walk in the park
He woke to the sound of Emma crying
He played the victim and kept denying

It was plain to see that they were in love
Who would have guessed what was about to unfold
He had blood on his hands from a one night stand, what went wrong
She'll never understand

He poured her a coffee to talk it over
A chance To deny he had another lover
It was all too much, Emma was broken
Reached for a knife as fury took over

Emma came running to the middle of the street
Covered in blood, won't somebody help me
It was an accident you see, a slip of my hand
Won't somebody try and understand



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Writer(s): Chris Howe
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