That’s Not Blood

That's not blood dripping from your teeth
Those aren’t claw marks on your cheeks
There's no wildlife in your eyes
‘Cause you and I are meant to be hunted

Our words turn into tiny birds
Whenever we have this conversation
Our words turn into tiny birds
Whenever we have this conversation
Let's not have this conversation
Let’s not have this conversation

That's not ink spilling from your mouth
I lose a tooth whenever you shout
There's no history in your eyes
‘Cause you and I are meant to be forgotten

Our words turn into tiny birds
Whenever we have this conversation
Our words turn into tiny birds
Whenever we have this conversation
Let's not have this conversation
Let's not have this conversation