Pistol Whipped

I bet the skin from off my lips

Hopin' that them words would come in but nothin' did

I'ma pullin' lashes from my eyes

We seen you see me but you stay blind

I pull the drums from out my ears

Play for you but you won't hear

This rhythm, this rhythm

That I play for you, for you, oh, you, oh

I pull out the nails from out my toes

Hammer them into the wall, to hang my roses

I drilled holes into my teeth, to whistle at you every time I breathe

I smell like cherries and potpourri

I'm like a smokin' pistol in the breeze

Hopin' you push a bullet into me

Push a bullet into me

My voice cracks when I speak, 'cause I bite my tongue screamin'

I cut the pads off my feet, so we wouldn't hear me creep

But if ever you think of me, you want to hold me near

Follow the trail of blood to be my dear, dear

Push your bullet into me

Push your bullet into me