Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Hollywood Bedsheets
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bryce Kingsley
Songwriter
Lyrics
I don't bleed red, my love's untrue
My heart no longer beats for you
As my lungs fill, poison smoke
I can't take back the words I spoke
No longer destined to become
A saint, a martyr, your victim
Veins run clear with alcohol
Enough to forget you all
For now I don't know what I want from you
Somehow I'll get it from somewhere else I've found
Several years building up to this
It culminates in bitter bliss
Rather than dissolve and concede
We're static out of doubt and greed
The thought of you has ceased to bring
Persuasive pulls on my heart strings
I'm not aware of the plans conceived
But I've decided to retreat
For now I don't know what I want from you
I don't wear your oppressive crown
The weight's off but I'm still down
No longer found on bended knee
Or serving your every decree
As much as I try to forget
We're going to have to fight for it
As you play out your destiny
Others die in tyranny
For now I don't know what I want from you
I don't wear your oppressive crown
The weight's off but I'm still down
No longer found on bended knee
Or serving your every decree
Written by: Bryce Kingsley
