arly cloudy Sunday morning

A somber letter I did write

To let you know the status of this

Alcoholic madness, we have landed hard



You deny that there's a problem

You left your hand print on my face

You sent an instant message

With the hardest of intentions



My will imposed on you

You flail and crack my skull

All thoughts flood to the floor

Bad blood better no blood at all



Used me up without permission

The taste of last night's sex in my mouth

My breath is blood and sweat

Choking like a tourniquet



Soulless feeling deep desire

Destructive answer and call

Break me break me over and over

Bad blood better no blood at all



Fucked up in my own head

Cross myself and hope to God I die happy

Making my escape as quiet as I can

I'm leaving you now



I contemplate the situation

And pray for change upon my fate

Something tells me it ain't changing