My knuckles were [Em]bruised like violets [G]...Sucker punching [D]walls cursed you as I sleep talked Spineless in my [Em]tomb of silence [G]...Tore your banners [D]down took the battle underground And maybe it was [Em]egos swinging [G]...Maybe it was [D]her Flashes of the [Em]battle come back to me in a [G]blur [D]   All that [C]bloodshed crimson...