If you give me this battle
I’ll give you the war
I’m tired of being someone’s
I’m tired of keeping score

This tourniquet
Hasn’t stopped the bleeding yet

If you give me this battle
I’ll pretend like there isn’t a lifetime
Of bitterness inside of me
An ugliness I hide from you
So, give me that goddamn bottle
And leave me alone

This tourniquet
Hasn’t stopped the bleeding yet
I fear that I might lose a limb
Or will why [?]
Whatever’s left inside

This tourniquet
Hasn’t stopped the bleeding yet
I fear that I might bleed out