Edwin McCain

Black And Blue

Showed up in a sleeve of tattoos
High definition broadcast of attitude
It's like she wants me to know
she's got nothing left to lose, me too
Little bag of junk gets her high
Keeps her from thinkin' 'bout the shadows in her mind
She likes me
She knows I won't ask her why, she cries
Chorus:
Let me fall down, you can fall to
We'll call this banged up black and blue
Let me find out what happened to you
Waking up banged up black and blue
Verse:
Sometimes it's the struggle that makes it good
I wouldn't judge ya even if I could
There's no magic in the line this misunderstood
You could, you would
Repeat Chorus