blood on the street

Haim

Bad times when you were mine
What more could you want? You already took all my pride
And I know when you come in close
I ll find myself tangled up in your rope

I swear you wouldn t care
If I was covered in blood, lying dead on the street
And I can count on my one hand
All the times that you really made me feel free
You did what you wanted and now you say what you say
But my hand s stronger than how it was played

The smell on your breath, what a stench
I wonder why I put up with that stress
You order a drink, took a spill on the rink
You cut your upper lip, well, boy
What did you think would happen?

Man, I get the sense
That you think this is still on the table
But when I don t pick up my phone
It s not because I am unable
You saw what you wanted and not what was there
Now you turn around and say I was unfair
Well, I wasn t

It s not that I m holding a grudge
Or that I wanna see you in pain
It s just that when you smoked your last cigarette
You know you won t do that again
And I stayed up all night with the pack
And now the sun s up, I m out and that s that