A History of Drunks

She helped me remove the bullet from my leg

She took the blade, dug them out while I lay screaming

She showed me bloody things and held them in her hand

And said that these were hers and put them in her pocket

I begged her to shoot me in the head

She took my gun and shot my leg instead

The way she held my gun and looked at me with rage

Told me that everything was OK and I survived

And now she stays with me, it's crazy but she's mine

She tells me I'm insane because she doesn't lie

She was the killing me, she left me here to die

And all the ways that worries all right