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Oh, how far we've come From the grace of our love Now you're breathing in dust From the hole that I dug No need to poison my well Cause I did it myself time can't put a fire out if it started in hell So I drink myself blind to cover deeds I've done Stumble on coal feet are burnin up I tried to run but I aint that fast Now I'm dragging my legs and they hurt real bad And I lied "It wasn't meant to be" I won't buy cause the truth ain't cheap I'm reaching up at something I can't have I'm a bottom shelf man and she's not coming back Good God I'm no good I've got blood on my hands That I just can't clean cause they clawed at your back When you tried to leave Good God it's good you're gone I tried to make ya whole, only made you bleed Cause stitches don't work on a cut this deep Please don't make me keep pleading I'd do it till i stop breathing But it'd make my pride sweat Is that my price for leaving? Im sorry bout the games played I didn't realize what was at stake Just tell me there's still an "us" I'm a love sick addict and you're my drug So I get stone-eyed high To escape the truth that i should've held tight what i let loose Coulda loved you right Shoulda fought you less But it's too damn late to make amends Good God I'm no good I've got blood on my hands That I just can't clean cause they clawed at your back When you tried to leave Good God it's good you're gone I tried to make ya whole, only made you bleed Cause stitches don't work on a cut this deep Could've loved you right Would've fought you less But i spent my words on a wasted breath Could've loved you right Would've fought you less If i knew that this was how it ends Could've loved you right Would've fought you less But i spent my words on a wasted breath Could've loved you right Would've fought you less If i knew that this was how it ends Good God I'm no good I've got blood on my hands That I just can't clean cause they clawed at your back When you tried to leave Good God it's good you're gone I tried to make ya whole, only made you bleed Cause stitches don't work on a cut this deep
Writer(s): Ike Dweck, Jack Riley, Vincent Lima Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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