Did you know you were the girl 

that made me hate blonde hair and I 

just can't wait to make you hate me a little more 

And every night that I spend 

with bloodshot eyes and no end 

and enough excuses here to bury me alive 

So here I am a love worn masochist

with hearts carved straight across my chest 

letting the carpet soak up all thats left to give 



Chorus: 

Will you swear you won't be sleeping?

'cause I can't begin to dream to shut my eyes 

and I'm biting bullets and watching phones for no apparent reason 

and I don't think that I'll make it out alive. 



Did you know you were the girl 

that made love a four letter word. 

I just can't wait to make you hate me a little more 

You made my head a mess with a life of doctor notes and ink blot tests

with enough empty bottles to bury me alive 

so here I am a love worn masochist

with hearts carved straight across my chest 

letting the carpet soak up all thats left to give 



Chorus 



when a smile is a close call 

and my words caught in my throat 

I'm an inch away from dying 

and I'm lucky if I choke 

(x2) 



So here I am a love worn masochist

with hearts carved straight across my chest 

letting the carpet soak up all thats left to give 



Chorus 

x2



No I don't think that I'll make it out alive.