[Chorus]
I'm a white boy with a bloody heart in my hand
Your words [are] like a gun, you're holding it to my temple
Open wound in [my] heart but you're rubbing salt in
But you're rubbing salt in it

I'm a white boy with a bloody heart in my hand
Your words [are] like a gun, you're holding it to my temple
Open wound in [my] heart but you're rubbing salt in
But you're rubbing salt in it

[Verse one]
Throw the cash, we have what you want
Bats, drugs, cars, bitches and rough sex
(No, that's not what I'm looking for) What do you want?
If you're asking me about happines then it's long sold out
It's hard for me to say this but go to a different address
If you find [it], call [me] please, maybe I'll finally fall asleep

Why is my head so fucked up?
Why is my head so fuckеd-?
I know I look innocent
But I'm a fucked up motherfuckеr when it comes out of me
I know I look innocent
But I'm a motherfucker when it comes out of me

[Chorus]
I'm a white boy with a bloody heart in my hand
Your words [are] like a gun, you're holding it to my temple
Open wound in [my] heart but you're rubbing salt in
But you're rubbing salt in it

I'm a white boy with a bloody heart in my hand
Your words [are] like a gun, you're holding it to my temple
Open wound in [my] heart but you're rubbing salt in
But you're rubbing salt in it

[Verse two]
I want to have you next to me
I want to have you on the table
(You hear me?) On the table
(I'm gonna repeat one more time) On the table
I'm not a romantic and I don't write love songs
But you don't look like a girl from the grey blocks
When I see that checkered skirt then I'm in shock
When i see that skirt, that monster in me awakens
I'm sorry, God, for what I'm thinking about
I'm sorry, but now I'll do her like- (Shh)
I love silence
But I also love it when I'm making you scream my name out loud
[Chorus]
I'm a white boy with a bloody heart in my hand
Your words [are] like a gun, you're holding it to my temple
Open wound in [my] heart but you're rubbing salt in
But you're rubbing salt in it

I'm a white boy with a bloody heart in my hand
Your words [are] like a gun, you're holding it to my temple
Open wound in [my] heart but you're rubbing salt in
But you're rubbing salt in it