Hand on my thigh, but it's gripped too tight
Don't know if it's a comfort or a sign
Your taste has left my mouth dry
I'll wash you down it's fine
Rip my heart out bit by bit
I'll help clean your blood stained hands
Why don't you? wash me away too
My mom won't stop asking about you
I kind of want her to
Rip my heart out bit by bit
I'll help clean your blood stained hands
Why don't you? wash me away too
