what s left of me

Grace Vanderwaal

Eight 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 on my hands, my lips, my cheek
Robbing every time I speak
The marks that you left still crawl on me
What s left of me?

Out on the street and you were dragging my hand
Took what I had and 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

Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh

And I know that I should ve 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?

Oh

Out on the street and you were dragging my hand
Took what I had and then you left me for dead
Now I m on my knees and I m just trying to forget
(Oh, oh, oh, oh)

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
(Oh, oh, oh, oh)

Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh