Badblood. What did she do? What did she do to get the worst of me? She wasn’t there. She isn’t you. I know that. I know that, don’t I? Badblood, what did she do? Then why’s she saying sorry? Why’s she saying sorry Then why’s she saying sorry To me? You knew how long I’d wait for you. You knew I’d leave a light. You knew I’d let you wake me up and say that it was fine. It was fine, wasn’t it? I said it was fine. You called me when the others left. You called me when you drank. You called me difficult the night I asked you where we stand. I asked too much, didn’t I? I always asked too much. Badblood. What did she do? What did she do to get the worst of me? She wasn’t there. She isn’t you. I know that. I know that, don’t I? Badblood, what did she do? Then why’s she saying sorry? Why’s she saying sorry Then why’s she saying sorry To me? I tell her I’ve been hurt before. I tell her I need time. I tell her what you used to do until she takes my side. She takes my side, doesn’t she? Even when she cries. I know which subject not to touch. I know what happened with her dad. I know exactly when to bring it up I know exactly when to take it back She takes it back too, doesn’t she? I sit there while she does. You weren’t there. You weren’t there. You didn’t tell me what to say. You didn’t sit across from her and watch her fold her clothes that way. That was me. That was me. She hasn’t left me yet. She hasn’t left me yet. Badblood. What did she do? What did she do to get the worst of me? She wasn’t there. She isn’t you. Badblood! What did she do? I know that. I know that. She says she needs to leave.
