He'll stop that commotion
With hands that are bleeding
She'll kiss that bruise for days
We'll drop that emotion
A once harmless conviction
She could hang your game
I can't help what I'm thinking
Because they're making such a fool of you
You cut your loss and drive away
But there's a comatose man and he's calling out your name
He's been here for weeks but it hasn't been the same
Since you left yesterday
Haunt these words scrape the glass
Run your fingers through the past
On and on I scrape the past for you
The passion is screams and the devil sides on you
Passionate screams and the devil sides on you