I smell like blood and coffee

My payment and my vice

I look like desperation

Because I've thought about it twice

I smell like blood and coffee

My freedom and my strength

I look like pride and spite

Because I'm burning out at length

I smell like blood and coffee

While I'm crying on the floor

I look like something broken

Because they all walk out the door

I smell like blood and coffee

My truest, dearest friends

I look for something joyful

And I wait for it to end.