Intro
"This is gunna be a bit... rough"

Tear stained mess
Crying in my arms again
But she finally left it behind

In the boxes with all of her stuff
With a thousand warning signs

She was looking for silver linings in a blown up mine
She left with grace but the road I take won't be so high

If I see you in the street
You better start running
Or I might just spend the night in jail

Blood on my hands
But you had it coming
I won't pretend I wish you well

Maybe you can call me karma
Call me whatever you wanna
But if I see you in the street
You better start running
Or I might just spend the night in jail

There's no saving face
Just sleeping in the bed you made
And your talk's too cheap this time

She was looking for silver linings in a blown up mine
She left with grace but the road I take won't be so high

If I see you in the street
You better start running
Or I might just spend the night in jail

Blood on my hands, but you had it coming
I won't pretend I wish you well

Maybe you can call me karma
Call me whatever you wanna
But if I see you in the street
You better start running
Or I might just spend the night in jail
I might just spend the night in jail

We don't make excuses for mediocre men
I promise that it's not her fault if they find him dead
"... I'm just kidding"

But if I see you in the street
You better start running
Or I might just spend the night in jail

Blood on my hands
But you had it coming
I won't pretend I wish you well

Maybe you can call me karma
Call me whatever you wanna
But if I see you in the street
You better start running
Or I might just spend the night in jail
I might just spend the night in jail