Blood On My Hands
When people say its sad
You know it cant be bad
And on any other day Id be soul destroyed
But now I cant afford to listen to a word they say
And of all the times we had
Oh the ultimate late night
didnt taste right
True words that I should know
Blood on my hands
Cuz when you looked around, I couldnt be found
A crimes a crime, Ill have to pay
Now I find that Im thigh deep
Too young for the worst of my mind
You whispered behind me
'If I may make so bold'
Call it young and wild
But I ran a mile in a minute
and theres no going back
True words that I should know
Blood on my hands
Cuz when you looked around I couldnt be found
A crimes a crime, Ill have to pay
True words I said to myself
as the wind chilled my bones
'Home alone, you call that a late night?'
When people say youre dead
You know you caught their eye
And on any other day Id be soul destroyed
But thats just not the way now
I dont mind telling you
Nothing is quite what it seems
So true words that I should know
must have been blood on my hands
But it fade away, they finally stay
A crimes a crime but I dont mind
True words that I should know well
But surely by now I could say to myself
'The days are getting longer so I better get stronger fast'
Surely by now?