Bruises On The Westside

Take you to the west Where the sun will dry your tears Makeup stained and wet Is how I spend my high school years Just a bottle of Jack And bruises on my back I won't tell you how I got that But the cause won't call me back Back I'm cruising I'm cruising for a bruisin I only tried to let the light in Guess he didn't like that Oh well Blood stains on my chest And whiskey on his breath I know I tried my best Another key and I'll be dead Dead But something keeps me holding on My bruises sure don't scare his mom Don't say that you care about me Don't say that you fucking care about About me No no