Bottom Feeder

You wanna twist my words around my throat

Everything's a joke since you broke my heart

Like glass on the floor by your car by the door

'Cause you're dumb and you're weak

And you're scared of falling asleep

Scared of falling asleep

Scared of falling asleep

You wanna change what your friends think about you

Everything they say is almost not true

Not true

But you know you're fake, always running late

Always changing plans, you've got blood on your hands

Got blood on your hands

Got blood on your hands

You've been choking on the lies, throwing up all the time

In the back, in the dark, hella tar in your heart

You've been choking on the lies, throwing up all the time

In the back, in the dark, hella tar in your heart

Can't fall asleep, you've got blood on your hands

Can't fall asleep, you've got blood on your hands

Can't fall asleep, you've got blood on your hands

Can't fall asleep, you've got blood on your hands

Can't fall asleep, you've got blood on your hands

Can't fall asleep, you've got blood on your hands