What's Left Of Me

Eight months since I saw you

But I'm still in your bedroom

On my skin, I can feel you

Rotting in those blue sheets

Did you ever even love me?

Do I haunt you like you haunt me?

You are my hands, my lips, my cheek

Robbing me every time I speak

The marks you left still crawl on me

What's left of me

Out on the street, yeah, you were dragging my hand

Took what I had, and then you left me for dead

Now I'm on my knees and I'm just trying to forget

What will it take for you to finally leave?

Scrubbing my skin so hard that I start to bleed

Wonder if now it's just a part of me

And I know that I should have known better, but

It was so cold in the middle of December

It's almost been a year and I never thought I'd be in this room

But I feel you watch me while I sleep

The grease in my hair, the rot in my teeth

There's blood on your hands, I'm sorry I bleed

What's left of me, oh

Out on the street, yeah, you were dragging my hand

Took what I had, and then you left me for dead

Now I'm on my knees and I'm just trying to forget

What will it take for you to finally leave?

Scrubbing my skin so hard that I start to bleed

Wonder if now it's just a part of me