BUDDY

 

you move me

to provoke me

little bruises show you care

theres still blood in her hair

cuz you wanted to meet christ today

thought that you could fly away

cuz theres stil bleach blonde in her hair

got the bruise of the year

sick and tired of these stale hearts

stale cornflakes on dirty table tops

glass cuts

and cigarette butts

little bruises show your fears

smoking bud dries the tears

now i know that you love me

thank god you love at all...

 

 

inspired by deftones, written by evY