Say Hi Bruises To Prove It
You opened your eyes again to a throb
That was better than the night before
The vague recollection of punches or dancing
Or ending up curled on the floor
And you got the scars and stitches to prove it
And you got the bruises to prove it too
Well, you got a taste for the heady, heady
You gotta do what you're supposed to do
Still that's better than a torn up heart
It's still better than a torn up heart
And only some hours 'til you do it again
'Til the night goes and holds in on you
And the glow of the lights makes the hue of their skin
Somewhere between bile and glue
And you got the mussed up hair to prove it
You got the teeth to prove it too
Well, you got a taste for the heady, heady
And you got the aches and the tired too
But that's better than a torn up heart
It's still better than a torn up heart
That's still better than a torn up heart
It's still better than a torn up heart
