Blood On My Hands Haydn Startzel

[Verse 1]
If you hate me, know that I agree
Seeds of blame sown, 'cause you're not alone
Who's to say what's fair, when you're sittin' there
Drunk as hell up on my lap instead of on your chair

Can't say that you love me if you got a quart of bevvy
Fuckin' with your words and tellin' me of what you lovin' of me
And if those words gotta be true then I must be lovin' you too
But when I say it back I realize how much I fucking hate you

No no no no that ain't true, unless it's 11:02
And I got more melly fuelin' me than a college girl got booze
But is that the place to be makin' choices? Contigencies?
Should I cut us off if the idea came to me at half past three?

I mean you were totally loose when you reunited our truce
And retied that tangled knot of an alcohol and blood-soaked noose
So if you were real floored when we restarted
Then I must be able to end it when I'm up at four

[Verse 2]
You were their all-star player, the most kickin' hall of famer
Good track athlete 'til you say you're headed into the third layer
Booze, weed, cocaine, shrooms, can't admit that this is you
Big, thick, ego too. Things won't change 'til I meet you