Blood High

Reflecting on my mistakes
Brain filled with moments on moments these days
Fattening to drown out the pain
But it can't seem to flood out my brain
So, bite me, bite me
The fangs inside me, inside me
How you delight me, delight me
Ooh you delight me
Keep my blood running, running
My skin is cutting, cutting
More pain is coming, coming
It's coming

My scars getting thicker
My skin getting rougher
I pick at them
Pain is temporary but
Life seems less weary

The blood of my mistakes
Translates into heartbreak
Scabs I'm picking
Wounds? Ain't licking
Gets me wide awake
Much like therapy
To them I'm nasty, rotten, trashy
Little do they know it makes me happy
It's a remedy

The wounds I got, got oughta be pot, pot
I'm high a lot, lot
The wounds I got, got oughta be pot, pot
I'm high a lot, lot
The wounds I got, got oughta be pot, pot
I'm high a lot, lot
The wounds I got, got oughta be pot, pot
I'm high a lot, lot

I'm higher
I'm higher
I'm higher
I just wanna come down
Let me down, I just want to come down
Let me talk my shit, ay



Credits
Writer(s): Collin Richardson
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