Shoulda known you wouldn’t tell me

It’s like you're still afraid to hurt me

So you ignore it, just avoid it

You’re a son of a bitch

And everyday my questioning

Gets gradually worse

You’re looking pale and sickly

Breathing heavy under sheets

I stare at creases up above me

I don’t know how to be

Your body's too warm next to me

I just don't know to be

And when we breathe the sheets heave

When we breathe the sheets heave

And i taste myself bleed

Taste myself bleed

Open mouth trailing up and down

The parts of you that I wanted

I guess I took for granted

And when we breathe the sheets heave

When we breathe the sheets heave

And i can taste myself bleed

Taste myself bleed

And when we breathe the sheets heave

And i taste myself bleed