whiskey with a shot of apathy

the music is slipping out

dripping down my finger tips

it's colored red like blood

but blue and black like you

it hits the ground in crescendos and quarters

and leaves the colors there to wash away alone

this isn't a love song, but you can have it anyway

it might still be about if you know the right things to say

bleed it out of me, like everything else

fuck it out of me, like everything else

close your eyes and lie to me, like everyone else

like everything else you ever said

was just a little white lie,

harmless story,

perfect alibi

and even though I see right through

I'm waiting for your next lie

The music's bleeding out of me 

(you have this way with me)

the color's fading out

(you had your way with me)

excuses falling out

(i thought you loved me)

now the makeup's washing off

(i hope he's better than me)

because this isn't a love song

but you can have it anyway

it could still be about you

if you know the right things to say

bleed it out of me, like everything else

fuck it out of me, like everything else

beat it out of me like everyone else

the music is slipping out

dripping down to you

another wasted song

and another wasted verse on you