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 on my hands, my lips, my cheek
Robbing every time I speak
The marks that you left still crawl on me
What’s left of me?

Out on the street and 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

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

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 and 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, 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
Oh, oh, oh, oh