Bombastic Dream Pussy - Blood on My Bike Seat Lyrics

Two rum and cokes and a whiskey shot
Slithering out of the bar
A bottle of wine at Molly's house
It's 3 am and there's a 30 pack on the porch

I'm on the couch, turning inside out
I say, I'm going home
He says, don't go alone
I don't know how to say no

Joey I don't mind if your stay the night
But can this wait until morning?
It's just that the beer and wine
Have left me sick and dry
But I will see in morning?

Is it so hard to unwrap your hand
From around my neck?
Is it so hard just to go to sleep?
You can have me in your dreams

Joey I don't think you should stay the night
Even if you have to drive
I need to unwrap my skin
Air out my skeleton
It's a private coping mechanism
Try to drive in the lines
Don't find a cop tonight
And don't you call me in the morning

Is it so hard to untwist your hand
From the tendrils of my hair?
Is it so hard to feel my teeth break skin?
The trickle of blood on your shoulder?

I'd like to see you in ten years
Teeth rotted out of your skull
Scars torn down your back
From a horrible motor vehicle collision

You hit a tree with your Camry
And fell asleep for a while
A while