Bad blood

The hole in the floor boards

The cot near the front door

The moon was gone from sight; the world was dark as nightmares

You took all my fears and,

You wrapped them in wonders

But there's no magic inside the moon

It's just a rock you can't reach

I was never the short knife

But I was never the dull mind

I was somewhere in between

A thorn an acquiescent

So you said it was for me

When you tried to break me

Well you can save your breath,

I know, I'm not the kind you pray for

Took a river of bad blood

But now I see where we came from

Can't grow a proper branch when half the trunk is rotten

And you swore that it hurt you

While pushing your knife through

Well you can save your breath,

I know, we're not the kind you'll pray for