Blood On The Street

Bad times when you were mine What more could you want? You already took all my pride And I know when you come in close I'll find myself tangled up in your rope I swear you wouldn't care If I was covered in blood, lying dead on the street And I can count on my one hand All the times that you really made me feel free You did what you wanted and now you say what you say But my hand's stronger than how it was played The smell on your breath, what a stench I wonder why I put up with that stress You order a drink, took a spill on the rink You cut your upper lip, well, boy, what did you think would happen? Man, I get the sense That you think this is still on the table But when I don't pick up my phone It's not because I am unable You saw what you wanted and not what was there Now you turn around and say I was unfair Well, I wasn't It's not that I'm holding a grudge Or that I wanna see you in pain It's just that when you smoked your last cigarette You know you won't do that again And I stayed up all night with the pack And now the sun's up, I'm out and that's that