Blood Drops On My Guitar

Drew looks at me
I pull up my sleeve so he won't see
What I want and I need:
Razors, vodka, and ecstasy

I'll bet she's beautiful
That girl he talks about
And she's got everything
That I have to cut about

Drew talks to me
I cry 'cause it's so depressing
And I can't see anyone when he's not high
Unlike me

He says he's so in love,
He's finally got it right.
I wonder if he knows he's all I cut about at night

He's the reason for the blood drops on my guitar
The only thing that keeps me making cuts on my arm
He is why, I get high
But I don't think he knows that I do

Drew walks by me
Can he tell that I'm tipsy?
And there he goes, so perfectly
So flawless, unlike me

She better hold him tight
And give him all her love
Look in those vicious eyes
And know I'mma kill her 'cause

He's the reason for the blood drops on my guitar
The only thing that keeps me making cuts on my arm
He is why, I get high
But I don't think he knows that I do

So I drive home one night
As I turn out the light
I'll take these cutesy pills
And maybe get some sleep tonight

He's the reason for the blood drops on my guitar
The only thing that keeps me making cuts on my arm
He is why, I get high
But I don't think he knows that I do

My drugs are all used up
'Cause there's never enough
God dammit I want that fool

Drew looks at me
I pull down my sleeve so he won't see