Testo Blood On The Street

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 want to 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 a pack
Now the sun's up, I'm out, and that's that