Bloody blade
Sitting in her black shirt
Cigarette on her lip
Sipping on her bitter black coffee
Living on caffeine
On a little nicotine
On two hours of sleep, hoping to see his dream
A blade on her wrist
Lemon juice on her cut
Ashes burning her skin
Liquor burning her throat
The comfort in pain
The feeling of hatred
Fucked up in the brain
But he needs her to stay
More than his bloody blade
He's lying on his bed
No tears left to shed
And a half smoked roll that's hanging to his mouth
Doesn't eat for days
Water just for pills he takes
In a room full of darkness, but she's the dim of light
A blade on his wrist
Lemon juice on his cut
Ashes burning his skin
Liquor burning his throat
The comfort in pain
The feeling of hatred
Fucked up in the brain
But she needs him to change
More than her bloody blade
They go blank for days
But her love still stays
No matter what she drinks
Each time they fall apart
It breaks his breaking heart
No matter what he takes
She's the blade to his wrist
He's lemon to her cut
Each touch burning their skin
Each kiss burning their throats
They find comfort in pain
And a love full of hatred
They're both too afraid
There's blood on the blade
Cigarette on her lip
Sipping on her bitter black coffee
Living on caffeine
On a little nicotine
On two hours of sleep, hoping to see his dream
A blade on her wrist
Lemon juice on her cut
Ashes burning her skin
Liquor burning her throat
The comfort in pain
The feeling of hatred
Fucked up in the brain
But he needs her to stay
More than his bloody blade
He's lying on his bed
No tears left to shed
And a half smoked roll that's hanging to his mouth
Doesn't eat for days
Water just for pills he takes
In a room full of darkness, but she's the dim of light
A blade on his wrist
Lemon juice on his cut
Ashes burning his skin
Liquor burning his throat
The comfort in pain
The feeling of hatred
Fucked up in the brain
But she needs him to change
More than her bloody blade
They go blank for days
But her love still stays
No matter what she drinks
Each time they fall apart
It breaks his breaking heart
No matter what he takes
She's the blade to his wrist
He's lemon to her cut
Each touch burning their skin
Each kiss burning their throats
They find comfort in pain
And a love full of hatred
They're both too afraid
There's blood on the blade
Credits
Writer(s): Ava Babashahi Ashtiani
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