I threw a grenade in your wine glass
Just to see how something you touched
Could be destroyed so fast
I can't tell if the stain
Is from my blood or from your glass
I can't tell if I'm in smoke
Or if I'm wearing your favorite dress
And I can't go where I'm going now
I took the pieces and made them readers
So I could try to see your fine print
In a way you'd finally speak
But alas, it's a little too blurry
And I'm a little too drunk tonight
I know I said that I'm a good girl
But being clean don't feel too right
You know we're safer if one of us is dead
'Till it do us part, and we both bled
But I lost more, you just simply fled
Crack a window so I could breathe
Breathing out in a disco scene
I'm sorry you had to see me bleed
