The Taste of Blood

Maybe you only want what you can only get
Certainly don't want love cuz it puts you in my debt
Did I ask you to love me, did I place any demands?
Doesn't make sense to my heart, but my head understands

You hate hearing me say that we all want to get hurt
If it makes you feel better, you can hide behind my skirt
I'll be in the corner licking salt from a paper cut
but don't worry, it's okay, I'm used to the taste of blood
I'm used to the taste of blood

Maybe you'll run and put your head under the sand
or laugh it off, purposefully misunderstand
I'm still confused, I thought that what we had was good
Tell me what's so frightening, what's wrong with being loved?

You hate hearing me say that we all want to get hurt
If it makes you feel better, you can hide under my skirt
I'll be in the corner licking salt from a paper cut
but don't worry, it's okay, I'm used to the taste of blood
I'm used to the taste of blood