Type O Negative

You shot me through the screen door on the front porch

“Cause you didn’t want me driving your new car

I begged you to do something about that anger

I warned you that someday you’d go too far

I stumbled up the sidewalk badly bleeding

All the way uptown to Fokkers bar

And by the grace of god and that bartender

I survived the transport to ER

All that I wanted was to drink you off my mind

And I suppose, change the narrative of time

I needed every drop

That your cold heart could give

Type O. O, O negative

I heard you crying as they medics dressed me

You begged the doctor not to let me die

But if I did then you could keep your secret

And blame it on a thief in the night

All that I wanted was to drink you off my mind

Or, I suppose, change the narrative of time

I needed every drop

That your cold heart could give

Type O. O, O negative

Here we now

Well, I thank you every day for the transfusion

I thank you from the bottom of my heart

I promise to come visit you in prison

Oh, and btw babe, I sold your car

All that I wanted was to drink you off my mind

Or, I suppose, change the narrative of time

I needed every drop

That your cold heart could give

Type O. O, O negative

© Ê LEE HÄWKINS

This one’s about the kind of want that bruises.
The kind you keep out of daylight.
Me going back to the hurt just to feel something sharp enough to prove I’m still here.
A bad habit pretending to be a heartbeat.