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 that 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 (oh, oh, oh) 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 (oh, oh, oh) Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh And I know that I should've 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 (oh, oh, oh) 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 (oh, oh, oh) What will it take for you to finally leave? (oh, oh, oh) Scrubbing my skin so hard that I start to bleed (oh, oh, oh) Wonder if now it's just a part of me (oh, oh, oh) Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh