I’ve got blood in my eye, Theres’s blood in the soapdish
My face is like a crosscut saw
The mirror stares back as I reach for my razor
I scrape it around my jaw
Still shaking with grog, some blood hits the bathroom floor
And no matter what’s said now I can’t change what I said before
Patched up with paper I lurch to the kitchen
My tongue is like a dirty rag
The eggs in the frypan burst like a blister
I throw them in the garbage bag
Gasping for air I struggle like a drowning man
All the things that I held are slipping though my grasping hands
I just keep on making the same mistakes
I just keep on wishing for an extra take
Just one more chance to say what I mean to say
Just one more chance to save what I need to save
The stain on the table is smeared like my memory
There’s so much that I cannot recall
But her face as she left still burns like I’m branded
I thrash until I stumble and fall
It’s like I’m floating in space each cry an endless silent roar
If she will not hear me I am just molecules without a form
I just keep making the same mistakes
I just keep wishing for an extra take
Just one more chance to say what I mean to say
Just one more chance to save what I need to save
I just keep making the same mistakes
I just keep wishing for an extra take
ust one more chance to say what I mean to say
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