I've got a belly full of blood
that I'm wishing was wine
I'm looking at your picture
wishing you were mine
I'm thinking back so far
remembering the times
before we let go
when we were still fine
I used to see poems
when I looked in your eyes
our lips would make music
and the words always rhymed
but then there was danger
and then there were lies
and I only hurt you
so I cut our binds
