"Nosebleed" lyrics

"Nosebleed"

There's something you don't know
And that's how to let go
There's no one left to hold
As you drown in your sorrows

But who's left more hurt than you
Who has more left to lose
You haven't got a clue
And it's starting to get old

The way you make my nose bleed
You're always talking down to me
And when you bandage my knees
Never knew quite how you'd be

There's something I don't get
And that's how to reset
The hold you had on me
Will hold me eternally

And though I know you're hurting too
We're differing shades of blue
Covering matching tattoos
With the Jumper I got you

The way you make my nose bleed
You're always talking down to me
And when you bandage my knees
Never knew quite how you'd be

You're careless like a father
Cruel like a mother
I haven't got the patience
I really couldn't care less
I really couldn't care less

The way you make my nose bleed
You're always talking down to me
And when you bandage my knees
Never knew quite how you'd be

The way you make my nose bleed
You're always talking down to me
And when you bandage my knees
Never knew quite how you'd be
Which colour cloud above the sea


Writer(s): Justin Parker, Julie Dawson
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