8 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 hand, my lips, my cheek
Robbing me everytime I speak
The marks 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
then you left me for dead
Now I’m on my knees and I’m just trying to forget

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

And I know that I should have 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

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

Out on the street
Yeah you were dragging my hand

Took what I had
then you left me for dead
Now I’m on my knees and I’m just trying to forget

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