Bad Blood
The hole in the floorboardsThe cot near the front doorThe moon was gone from sightThe world was dark as nightmaresYou took all my fears andYou wrapped them in wondersBut there's no magic inside the moonIt's just a rock you can't reach
I was never the short knifeBut I was never the dull mindI was somewhere in betweenA thorn, an acquiescentSo you said it was for meWhen you tried to break meWell, you can save your breathI know I'm not the kind you pray for
Took a river of bad bloodBut now I see where we came fromCan't grow a proper branchWhen half the trunk is rottenAnd you swore that it hurt youWhile pushing your knife throughWell, you can save your breathI know we're not the kind you'll pray for