Let this be the one Don't let it bleed all over more songs I'm quickly realizing the Futility in cauterizing The pain wells up my eyes with Reminders of defeat How I couldn't cut through the noise We're both sick of the sound of my voice Distorting its intention I'm better off bleeding it out The sadness, the pus, and the doubt Sick from it coming out wrong Between the spilling and crying There's a person to be shed A tub for drowning; a question What is real and in my head Baby bathwater