Bad Blood

You know what the worst part is?

I still fucking miss you.

Even after everything.

BAD BLOOD

IN MY VEINS

BAD BLOOD

NOTHING CHANGED

BAD BLOOD

BLACKED OUT LOVE

WE WERE NEVER BUILT

TO BE ENOUGH

You moved through me like a fever,

slow enough to feel it spread.

Every kiss tasted electric—

every touch fucked with my head.

You knew exactly where to hurt me,

how to keep me hanging on.

Now your name still hits my chest

like a goddamn funeral song.

Now your ghost sleeps beside me

every time the room goes dark.

Like Damocles above my head,

I still feel your shadow sharp.

You left your teeth in my veins,

now I bleed your fucking name.

Every scar still burns the same—

that’s the price of bad blood, babe.

You turned my sleep into a grave,

filled my lungs with blackened rain.

Now there’s nothing left to save—

that’s the price of bad blood, babe.

You wore innocence so perfect

I almost thought your love was real.

But every promise came with poison,

every “forever” came concealed.

You loved me best when I was bleeding,

when I couldn’t stand alone.

Funny how you held me closest

right before you let me go.

Now every mirror looks infected,

every memory tastes like smoke.

And I swear I hear you laughing

every time my body breaks.

You left your teeth in my veins,

now I bleed your fucking name.

Every scar still burns the same—

that’s the price of bad blood, babe.

You turned my sleep into a grave,

filled my lungs with blackened rain.

Now there’s nothing left to save—

that’s the price of bad blood, babe.

Maybe I let you ruin me

because pain felt honest then.

Maybe broken people only know

how to love in violent ends.

There’s still pieces of you underneath me,

buried deep inside my chest.

And no matter who I become now,

you still poison all the rest.

Tell me—

did you mean a single word

or was I just another body

to haunt?

BAD BLOOD.

BLACK LUNGS.

NO GOD.

NO LOVE.

YOU LEFT ME HERE

TO FUCKING ROT.

You left your teeth in my veins,

now I bleed your fucking name.

Every scar still burns the same—

that’s the price of bad blood, babe.

You turned my sleep into a grave,

filled my lungs with blackened rain.

Now there’s nothing left to save—

that’s the price of bad blood, babe.

BAD BLOOD

IN MY VEINS

BAD BLOOD

NOTHING CHANGED

BAD BLOOD

BLACKED OUT LOVE

WE WERE NEVER BUILT

TO BE ENOUGH

You know what hurts the most?

Part of me

would still let you back in.