Knees

Packed up a suitcase, and left for your plane

It's funny how even time tends to fly

Gave me your last twenty, begging for change

And at the time, I swore you meant nickels and dimes

So I begged stole and borrowed, and fell down onto my knees

It's a damn shame the fear of tomorrow can keep you asleep

And my darling how I wish I could wake you, but that ain't your dream

And one day these scars might need stitches, but for now

I guess I'll just

Bleed

Bleed