Flip

I walk back home, you′re all aloneThe ivy's grown, it′s Christmas Eve

I brought some wine, it tastes like shite

But it provides the spark we need

Come on, let's fight, don't be polite

You know the knife that cuts me deep

You treat me tough, we call it love

But it′s your blood, I′m gonna bleed

I draw a crowd, I sing so loud

To make you proud, but you don't see

I show my flaws, the crowd applauds

But I′m not sure it's meant for me

I have become my father′s son

You always wanted me to be

I treat you tough, we call it love

But it's my blood you′re gonna bleed

Now I'm all grown-up, and I'm more tough

Is it your love that I still need?

′Cause it′s your blood, it's your blood

It′s your blood that I still bleed