Kacy Crowley Blood
He was too deep for his own good
He was the kind of person, nobody understood
I said I love you, more than you love me
But I meant something entirely ugly
One year it rained on Christmas
He said, ‘Let’s just pretend we’re in paradise.’
But I wasn’t having it,
No I was killing it.
I think his soul is so out of training, and
Oooh, his blood rushed somewhere silent, and
Oooh, his words just disappeared.
He was fragile and
Sometimes I like that
I’ve got his blood on my hands,
and my hands, and I’ve tried.
It was the year that my horse broke
It was the year that I almost lost everything
I push him away
Only for my freedom
It tasted like salt
Like salt on my hands
Oooh, his blood rushed somewhere silent, and
Oooh, his words just disappeared.
He was fragile and
Sometimes I like that
I’ve got his blood on my hands,
and my hands, and I’ve tried.
(bridge)
I can’t make what’s wrong
Right again
But I can shine it up
Bright again.
Just when you think you’re forgiven
There’s not material, left for confession.
You’ll be standin’ there
Sorry and a-worthy
Look closer: Guilty and Blood
Oooh, his blood rushed somewhere silent, and
Oooh, his words just disappeared.
He was fragile and
Sometimes I like that
I’ve got his blood on my hands,
and my hands___
Oooh, his blood rushed somewhere silent, and
Oooh, his words just disappeared.
He was fragile and
Sometimes I like that
And I’ve got his blood on my hands,
And I’ve got his blood on my hands.
