Blues - Save Face

My face, the floor

Your back, the door

My fist in the wall for the third time

Now my car is a wreck

I can’t work the tape deck

All I got are these god-awful mix cassettes

That I made for your drives

Back when you were still mine

Back when I knew what I was doing with my life

And I don’t think that I can go back

Everybody thinks I’m hooked

Yeah, you read me like a book

Yeah, overbaked and undercooked

Remember when you held me while I shook?

Yeah, everything thinks I’m

Sometimes I wish you’d talk of me

The way you talk about dying

Now I’m pushing down pills

While I’m pushing up food

Now I’m coughing up blood

And singing the Blues

Now you’re pulling me in

While I’m cursing you out

Still got the taste of the floor

In the back of my mouth

And I don’t think that I can go back

Everybody thinks I’m hooked

Yeah, you read me like a book

Yeah, overbaked and undercooked

Remember when you held me while I shook?

Yeah, everything thinks I’m hooked

Everybody thinks I’m

Everybody thinks I’m

Everybody thinks I’m

Everybody thinks I’m

Everybody thinks I’m hooked

Yeah, you read me like a book

Yeah, overbaked and undercooked

Remember when you held me while I shook?

Yeah, everything thinks I’m hooked