Blood Love & Blessings Songtext
von Camille Schmidt
Blood Love & Blessings Songtext
Saw a movie with my ex
No one′s like Madison she is the best
I cried at the gore, accidentally grabbed her leg
I can't do blood, love, or friendship
Grandma′s birthday, I'm her present
At a place called Long View you can smell the dementia
Looking that far off set me right on a precipice
I can't do blood, love, or fresh cut hedges
Got some Reiki to clear my head
This doctor stood there for about twenty seconds
Then she rushed out, scared by what she′d witnessed
Wouldn′t say what she saw just there was cobalt in her vision
In her vision
My class prayed for me to get better
After I passed out during hospital testing
That woman wasn't a doctor she was more expensive
I can′t do blood, love, or blessings
Allie's friend Nikko opened a letter
Four months after cancer killed their mother
They owe a quarter of a million dollars
Turns out death isn′t something Medicare covers
I hate my life
I hate the feds
Hate waking up
Hate making my own bed
I should be grateful
I'm such a bitch
Not even original
Cause my mom said it
Oh I should be grateful
I′m such a bitch
I called my grandma
I asked her this
Does it get better
Or just different
Cause I can't do blood, love, or any of this shit
No one′s like Madison she is the best
I cried at the gore, accidentally grabbed her leg
I can't do blood, love, or friendship
Grandma′s birthday, I'm her present
At a place called Long View you can smell the dementia
Looking that far off set me right on a precipice
I can't do blood, love, or fresh cut hedges
Got some Reiki to clear my head
This doctor stood there for about twenty seconds
Then she rushed out, scared by what she′d witnessed
Wouldn′t say what she saw just there was cobalt in her vision
In her vision
My class prayed for me to get better
After I passed out during hospital testing
That woman wasn't a doctor she was more expensive
I can′t do blood, love, or blessings
Allie's friend Nikko opened a letter
Four months after cancer killed their mother
They owe a quarter of a million dollars
Turns out death isn′t something Medicare covers
I hate my life
I hate the feds
Hate waking up
Hate making my own bed
I should be grateful
I'm such a bitch
Not even original
Cause my mom said it
Oh I should be grateful
I′m such a bitch
I called my grandma
I asked her this
Does it get better
Or just different
Cause I can't do blood, love, or any of this shit
Writer(s): Camille Schmidt Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com