Melanie Martinez – LEECHES Lyrics

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How much blood can you draw with your claws
From a flesh that’s not yours?
Left to keep you enthralled
I guess that is the luck of the draw…

Leeches surrounded, conscience is throbbing

They can’t sleep at night, hold their pillows tight

Caught in the river of tears that I cried

Bountiful harvest, they flock to my garden

Push their way inside, I go run and hide

They lift all the covers, pull me into their sight

Slimy and superficial,

Straining their artificial

Yapping to seem official

Making it beneficial to their cause

How much blood, can you draw

With your claws, from a flesh that’s not yours

My hands aren’t yours and

Gnaw on my bones no marrow

Left to keep you enthralled

I guess that is the luck of the draw

Let all their friends in, the enemy’s present

They don’t think too hard about your fragile heart

They eat off the table that you set, so you starve

Stop all your breathing, no don’t let them see you

They find any way, just to make you stay

Right where they want you in their piss-covered games

Slimy and superficial,

Straining their artificial

Yapping to seem official

Making it beneficial to their cause

How much blood, can you draw

With your claws, from a flesh that’s not yours

My hands aren’t yours and

Gnaw on my bones no marrow

Left to keep you enthralled

I guess that is the luck of the draw