Whose blood
Do they plan to feed me now?
I think I've had enough
Of all my killing
I should be leaving town
But you can't outrun the dead
And they're running down my hands
So there's no forgetting them
And you know, you look so good tonight
I think you might be my final friend
Thought I'd pull my fangs
But I think I'll indulge them
'Cause I can't fulfill my appetite
See your blue eyes in the darkest night
Gold hair like a holy fire
I can't get no relief
But you know that I'm full of shit
I'll stop saying I can't get over it
No white boy blues are permanent
I just don't know what to do
And you know I've been drinking too
And it might be the apocalypse
'Cause I thought I saw him coming for us
But it was just you with your arms like a crucifix
Wwe were walking down that dead-end street
Balancing on concrete
When these words dug holes in your feet and hands
'Til it was the end
