Flip

I Walk Back Home, You′re All AloneThe Ivy's Grown, It′s Christmas Eve
I Brought Some Wine, It Tastes Like Shite
But It Provides The Spark We Need

Come On, Let's Fight, Don't Be Polite
You Know The Knife That Cuts Me Deep
You Treat Me Tough, We Call It Love
But It′s Your Blood, I′m Gonna Bleed

I Draw A Crowd, I Sing So Loud
To Make You Proud, But You Don't See
I Show My Flaws, The Crowd Applauds
But I′m Not Sure It's Meant For Me

I Have Become My Father′s Son
You Always Wanted Me To Be
I Treat You Tough, We Call It Love
But It's My Blood You′re Gonna Bleed

Now I'm All Grown-up, And I'm More Tough
Is It Your Love That I Still Need?
′Cause It′s Your Blood, It's Your Blood
It′s Your Blood That I Still Bleed