Kill for That

Fucked and fought, I'm out for good
Thinking thoughts that no one should
Coins to call fall through gaps in the seats
Heart that beats by the cracks in the streets
Who's sorry now?
Harder to see when the blood's in your brow
Nowhere to be found
Beating and fleeting breaking out of a vow
Dying on a Saturday night
One star away from throwing the fight
Bought and sold, too good to be gold
Fading out in the feeling of feeling so old
Who's sorry now?
Harder to see when the blood's in your brow
Nowhere to be found
Beating and fleeting breaking out of a vow
Cut with windows smashed with bricks
Fighting them off with stones and sticks
A blade gone dull for better or worse
Picked up a piece of a city's curse