I don’t know what I’ve just said
Was it nasty? Why am I like that?
I could show you a good time
Then you’ll know that we are blood-like

I’ve really caught my leg in a trap this time
Your majesty, can’t you see?
I’m a sentimental, partly-mental, I’m a bad friend

Oh I’ve got a little problem with my own head
But it feels right, it feels like I’m a belly full of dirt
I’m the milk that turned to curds and it feels right

Now stare at the ocean while your friends all drown
We all need to learn to swim anyway

Oh, my darling, hold your head up
Don’t you listen? You’re my baby girl
Oh, my darling, hold your head up
Don’t you listen? You’re my baby girl
Oh, my darling, hold your head up
Don’t you listen? You’re my baby girl
Oh, my darling, hold your head up now

~Blood Like,
Lovedrug, The Sucker Punch Show

I don’t think I’d ever be able to write song lyrics as good as Lovedrug’s.