"Sight Of Blood" lyrics

It's nice out, it's cold here
I'm getting over something I never said
Another summer wasted away
With nightmares that you were dead
And I'm suspect number 1

The gun's always in my hand
But I faint at the sight of blood
Kick myself awake
But I never kick it hard enough

And you were the only person
I spoke to for that three months
And seeing you around every now and again
Proves that I'm too much
Entirely too much
Talking in my sleep
The only time you'll hear me out
A million little reasons
You didn't get why I skipped town

The gun's always in my hand
But I faint at the sight of blood
Kick myself awake
But I never kick it hard enough

Turns out I'm too much
Entirely too much
Entirely too much