I'M DRUNK
BRUISED
I'M NOT OK AND I HAVEN'T BEEN
THERE'S NO COMFORT TO FIND IN YOU
SO MUCH COLDER THEN YOU'VE EVER BEEN
NOVEMBER WAS NEVER GOOD TO US AND THE COLD
STILL BITES MY SKIN
LOVER I NEVER KNEW SUCH EMPTINESS, TOGETHERNESS, RESTLESSNESS
I KNOW I'VE BEEN A BAD ONE
BUT I'M FUCKED UP FOR A REASON
I KNOW I'VE BEEN A BAD ONE
BUT I'M FUCKED UP FOR A REASON
I WON'T APOLOGIZE
NO, I WON'T APOLOGIZE
SOMETIMES SILENCE IS CRUELER THEN WORDS, AND YOU'VE WHIPPED ME WITH YOUR NOTHINGNESS AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN
I STAB THAT DAGGER IN YOUR SIDE
FORCE YOU TO BLEED OUT ALL YOUR PRIDE
ASK FOR MERCY, FOR MERCY
I KNOW I'VE BEEN A BAD ONE
BUT I'M FUCKED UP FOR A REASON
I KNOW I'VE BEEN A BAD ONE
BUT I'M FUCKED UP FOR A REASON
I WON'T APOLOGIZE
NO, I WON'T APOLOGIZE
ALL THIS BROKEN GLASS
I THINK IT'S TIME THAT I PACK MY BAGS
YOU CAN KEEP OUR COUCH
I THINK IT'S TIME THAT I'M CHECKING OUT
THIS IS SHAKING GROUND
AND I DON'T THINK I CAN STICK AROUND
I'M DRUNK
BRUISED
I'M NOT OK AND I HAVEN'T BEEN