Lyrics:

talk to me like you're mine
delegate down my spine
all the things
you want me to do
I'll do it right
and I'll do it nice
and I'll do it
fine, I'll do it right now
I'll do it right now
yeah

the taste of the blood on my lips
is because you hit with your fists
when an open slap to the face would do
the color of the bruise on my hip
is the blue that makes whiskey hard to sip
when I can 
drown my sorrows
in the aftertaste of you

and I know there ain't no proof
that I never loved you
but I think I just wanted a bruise
and a hate fuck or two
lucky me, hey, I found you
but there ain't no use
in singing aloud
about it

because the taste of the blood on my lips
is because you hit with your fists
when an open slap to the face would do
the color of the bruise on my hip
is the blue that makes whiskey hard to sip
when I can 
drown my sorrows
in the aftertaste of you

You weren't a beater, no
I'll give you that
can't say you weren't a cheater, though
Oh, you earned that
Can't say I'm not a believer
that the light left you
In fact
I'd say it
was never really
there at all

and the taste of the blood on my lips
is because you hit with your fists
when an open slap to the face would do
and the color of the bruise on my hips
is the blue that makes whiskey hard to sip
when I know I can 
just drown my sorrows
in the aftertaste of you

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bloody lip

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