Lyrics
I don't want to fight it I just want to sleep
But you're warm in your bed while I'm sick in the street
I've been spitting you out but you're stuck in my teeth
I don't think you're sorry
I think you're a cheat
So keep talking your shit as if you're in the band
Anything to distract from the blood on your hands
I hope that you hear every song that I write
And it rings in your ears and it lingers at night
So keep talking your shit as if you're in his band
I will say it to you like I said to your man
That you tend to pretend that you do not remember
God knows that you know what you did
God knows that you know what you did
God knows that you know what you did