What's Left Of Me
Eight months since I saw you
But I'm still in your bedroom
On my skin I can feel you
Rotting in those blue sheets
Did you ever even love me?
Do I haunt you like you haunt me?
You are my hands, my lips, my cheek
Robbing me every time I speak
The marks that you left still crawl on me
What's left of me?
Out on the street yeah, you were dragging my hand
Took what I had and then you left me for dead
Now I'm on my knees and I'm just trying to forget (oh, oh, oh)
What will it take for you to finally leave?
Scrubbing my skin so hard that I start to bleed
Wonder if now it's just a part of me (oh, oh, oh)
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
And I know that I should've known better
But it was so cold in the middle of December
It's almost been a year and I never thought I'd be in this room (oh, oh, oh)
But I feel you watch me while I sleep
The grease in my hair, the rot in my teeth
There's blood on your hands, I'm sorry I bleed
What's left of me?
Oh
Out on the street yeah, you were dragging my hand
Took what I had and then you left me for dead
Now I'm on my knees and I'm just trying to forget (oh, oh, oh)
What will it take for you to finally leave? (oh, oh, oh)
Scrubbing my skin so hard that I start to bleed (oh, oh, oh)
Wonder if now it's just a part of me (oh, oh, oh)
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
But I'm still in your bedroom
On my skin I can feel you
Rotting in those blue sheets
Did you ever even love me?
Do I haunt you like you haunt me?
You are my hands, my lips, my cheek
Robbing me every time I speak
The marks that you left still crawl on me
What's left of me?
Out on the street yeah, you were dragging my hand
Took what I had and then you left me for dead
Now I'm on my knees and I'm just trying to forget (oh, oh, oh)
What will it take for you to finally leave?
Scrubbing my skin so hard that I start to bleed
Wonder if now it's just a part of me (oh, oh, oh)
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
And I know that I should've known better
But it was so cold in the middle of December
It's almost been a year and I never thought I'd be in this room (oh, oh, oh)
But I feel you watch me while I sleep
The grease in my hair, the rot in my teeth
There's blood on your hands, I'm sorry I bleed
What's left of me?
Oh
Out on the street yeah, you were dragging my hand
Took what I had and then you left me for dead
Now I'm on my knees and I'm just trying to forget (oh, oh, oh)
What will it take for you to finally leave? (oh, oh, oh)
Scrubbing my skin so hard that I start to bleed (oh, oh, oh)
Wonder if now it's just a part of me (oh, oh, oh)
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Credits
Writer(s): Grace Vanderwaal, John Bookhout Riley, Tiffany Stringer
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