Black my eyes
Bruise my heart
Redefine love in a way that seems
complicated
But my question is
What
if
It wasn't you
What if it was someone else and I threw
Vodka
in their face and what if their hand landed
and splattered my blood
How much would it anger you that I lay in the same bed as them, the same night.
Would you believe me if I said he didn't mean it?
