[Verse 1]
As a child, I felt inclined
To fold my ears in twine
Never once was I confined
I picked and choosed about my ride
So buckle me in before we set sail ahead
For it smells like cabbage
Got way too stale like death

[Bridge]
Oh you’re white as a ghost; I never felt so pale
As the blood dripped across the floor

[Verse 2]
So put it buried in your chest
With the rest of your drunken regrets
Inches from your jugular
As the room fills up in front of ya
It took them long enough
For them to stop and suggest
"Hey, we better get him some help
We better get him out of here"

[Verse 3]
How did I manage to cope as the blood soaked
Through my clothes and to the floor
From outside to the bathroom door
I was inches from my life
Yeah that’s what keeps me up at night
Oh how did I survive?
You should'a died
How did I manage to cope being alive?
After all, it was just an innocent playfight
I hope they don’t stop to sympathise
Oh, stitch up the past to cure their whoremented heart, ah
[Outro]
Oh, tormented dreams—it’s all left in between
Ow!