confessional

Keaton Henson

We fucked till we had enough
You made phone calls and I threw up
And I made a mess of waking up
Tripped on bedsheets and you made a fuss
And I woke to find your tired arms
Wrapped around me as you raised alarms

And love, make it easy on me
I ve just enough to fall asleep
And love, take it easy on me
I m older now and long to be
Twenty-three

And blood red heart on my busted lip
Paint and sawdust on our fingertips
And blood spilled out from my broken ribs
Now here s a cunt
You don t deserve to live

Blood spilled out from my broken ribs
Here s a cunt
You don t deserve to live