I woke to a bloody pillow
From a fight the night before
I saw her with him
Couldn't take it anymore
So, I threw that first punch
And watched my teeth hit the floor
Then, I wondered, in my stupor"What the hell am I fighting for?"
The skin of my knuckles
Buried in a broken mirror
Cos the ghost I was seeing
Was coming in a bit too clear
I'm drunk and I can't see too straight
But, it'd help me, if I could
One thing after another
And another's gone for good
I took a match to your picture
And let the ashes hit the floor
I burned away the last piece of you
So I don't see it anymore
There's something in my mind
That still haunts me at night
I know it's just the ghost of you
I can't leave behind
The skin of my knuckles
Buried in a broken mirror
Cos the ghost I was seeing
Was coming in a bit too clear
I'm drunk and I can't see too straight
But, it'd help me, if I could
One thing after another
And another's gone for good
The skin of my knuckles
Buried in a broken mirror
Cos the ghost I was seeing
Was coming in a bit too clear
I'm drunk and I can't see too straight
But, it'd help me, if I could
One thing after another
And another's gone for good
One thing after another
And another's gone for good