Blood On My Hands - Sundays



when people say it's sad

you know it can't be bad

& on any other day I'd be soul destroyed

but now I can't afford to

listen to a word they say

& of all the times we had

o the ultimate late night

didn't taste right



true words that I should know

blood on my hands

when you looked around I couldn't be found

a crime's a crime

I'll have to pay



now I find that I'm thigh deep

too young for the worst of my mind

you whispered behind me

"if I may make so bold"

call it young & wild

but I ran a mile in a minute

& there's no going back



true words that I should know

blood on my hands

when you looked around I couldn't be found

a crime's a crime

I'll have to pay

true words I said to myself

as the wind chilled my bones

"home alone

you call that a late night?"



when people say you're dead

you know you caught their eye

& on any other day I'd be soul destroyed

but that's just not the way now

I don't mind telling you

nothing is quite what it seems



true words that I should know

must have been blood on my hands

when you look around I couldn't be found

a crime's a crime but I don't mind

true words that I should know well

but surely by now

I could say to myself

"the days are getting longer so

I better get stronger fast"

surely by now



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