There we were in the other room.
We were playing a game just the way that we use to.
I thought it was the same.
Then, I felt your hand touching me.
What the hell's going on?
I just smiled as I made believe there was nothing wrong.
But you bleed me.
You don't know how I bleed, bleed.
You don't know how I bleed.
All these years still I never know how I feel inside.
All these memories come crashing in like the evening tide.
What's the use in talking when no one wants to know?
I"ll just keep it all buried deep.
Then, one day you will know...
how you bleed me.
You don't know how I bleed, bleed.
You don't know how I bleed.
How I bleed. You don't know how I bleed, bleed.
You don't know how I bleed.
Feel your hand on me.
Feel you touching me.
Feel your warm in me; how you're taking me.
Feel your hand on me.
Feel you touching me.
Feel your warmth in me.
No, I don't want it. (repeat).
Keep your fucking hands off me. (repeat).
credits
from punk blues,
released June 22, 2019
vocals/guitar - tamar love
drums - david mcninch
bass guitar - fields falcone
recorded/engineered/mixed/mastered - alyssa moore (move the air)