Facedown on the bathroom floor
Haven't been here in a year or so
But this time it's my fault
At least that much I know
You can my teeth out one by one
Rather that than hear you've met someone
Who doesn't make the same mistakes
That I have all along

But if I'm a broken record then I'm scratched at the best part
Take me off your dusty shelf and okay me from the start
Undress all my thoughts
This is how I feel
See my darkest parts
I can not help what is real

I told you I'd be home by midnight
The porch light is a dim light haze
I stumble up the front stairs
My brain swimming to explain
The blood on my hands smells like cherries
I'll wash them in your kitchen sink
I heard you like a white wine
I got some to ease your pain

But if I'm a broken record then I'm scratched at the best part
Take me off your dusty shelf and okay me from the start
Undress all my thoughts
This is how I feel
See my darkest parts
I can not help what is real