Bloody Palms

She's tired alone

And I'm tired of love

Someday I'm gonna' miss you

Blood on my palms

Wide eyes and holes

Someday I'll pull my teeth out

I'll see you later in the nighttime

Where all the colors are dark or glowing

We don't really get along

We get down, we get down

I'll see you later in the moonlight

Where all the colors are softly fading

We don't really want to die

We get down, we get down

Blood on my palms

Wide eyes and holes

Someday I'll pull my teeth out