Bastard's Waltz

Split lips and caught restlessBroken hands, broken noseSweat soaked and salt stainedThe threads of our clothesRelationships testedBroken hands, broken heartsThe one driving factorThe sum of all partsJust trying to live, trying to breathCoughing up bloodJust trying to live, trying to breathCoughing up bloodLack of sleep as a weaknessBroken hands, broken backStill speaking our minds, dearStill lacking all tactOne, two, threeJust trying to live, trying to breathCoughing up bloodJust trying to live, trying to breathCoughing up bloodCoughing up bloodCoughing up bloodCoughing up bloodCoughing up...When it's all said and doneWhen we're burnt up like starsWhen it stops making sense to meWhen we're covered in scarsJust trying to live, trying to breathCoughing up bloodJust trying to live, trying to breathCoughing up bloodJust trying to live, trying to breathCoughing up bloodJust trying to live, trying to breathCoughing up bloodCoughing up bloodCoughing up bloodCoughing up bloodCoughing up bloodCoughing up bloodCoughing up bloodCoughing up bloodCoughing up blood