Blood+in+the+soapdish*

I've got blood in my eye, Theres's blood in the soapdish My face is like a crosscut saw The mirror stares back as I reach for my razor I scrape it around my jaw Still shaking with grog, some blood hits the bathroom floor And no matter what’s said now I can’t change what I said before

Patched up with paper I lurch to the kitchen My tongue is like a dirty rag The eggs in the frypan burst like a blister I throw them in the garbage bag Gasping for air I struggle like a drowning man All the things that I held are slipping though my grasping hands

I just keep on making the same mistakes I just keep on wishing for an extra take Just one more chance to say what I mean to say Just one more chance to save what I need to save

The stain on the table is smeared like my memory There’s so much that I cannot recall But her face as she left still burns like I’m branded I thrash until I stumble and fall It’s like I’m floating in space each cry an endless silent roar If she will not hear me I am just molecules without a form

I just keep making the same mistakes I just keep wishing for an extra take Just one more chance to say what I mean to say Just one more chance to save what I need to save

I just keep making the same mistakes I just keep wishing for an extra take ust one more chance to say what I mean to say Just one more chance to save what I need to save media type="custom" key="27335736" The hair in the soap dish curls like a question Still shaking with grog, some blood hits the bathroom floor