Nah the blood runs out
Mark red lines across the pavement
Whilst the snow falls down
Stained crimson on the ground
Don't call the police, I'm begging you please
Because ya know

It's dark in this cave
The spotlight can't find the stage
It's dark in this cave
But it feels like home so I think I'm gonna stay
Here where the looks fall cold
You know this knife shines bold

And then I'm running I wish I could just fall off
But now it's getting kinda hard
I think ill be leaving in a funeral cart
(Don't call the police I'm begging you please)
Who'd of thought the lies they told you
Would awake my restless brother

Who'd of thought the lies they told you
Would awake my sisters lover
Nah don't call the police
I'm begging ya please
Ya please, ya please

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): ELLERY ROBERTS, EVANS KATI, JOSEPH MANNING, THOMAS MCCLUNG