I've been making more excuses
For hanging around
I started reallocating blood
To my open wounds
On salty skin
For the hell of it
Cause I know it should hurt
But not for how long
The cold cut my teeth and moved in
I felt it settle in between
My turning stomach and my spleen
I was dying to see you in a week
But you couldn't wait
I was too far away and too late
I said I'd wait in hopes of what could have been
But where the f*ck will that get you?