Skin Of My Teeth Testo

I had wrists donning slits, flowing constantly
My broken body in a wreck: I'm wrapped around a tree
A crosswalk hit and run - the finish line for me
People clutter in the gutter, take a look and see

No escaping pain, you belong to me
Clinging on the life by the skin of my teeth

My blood flows through the streets, deluge from the wounds
Empty jar of sleeping pill on the dresser in my room My wet brain neighbor cranes, his neck to see in time
The white lights, a train bearing down on me

I won't feel the hurt, I'm not trash any longer
That that doesn't kill me, only makes me stronger
I need a ride to the morgue, that's what 911 is for
So tag my toe and don't forget to, oh, close the drawer