Bloodbag

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



Credits
Writer(s): Imogen Ellen Boston Williams
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