Blood on the street
 作词 : Rostam Batmanglij/Danielle Haim/Alana Haim/Este Haim
 作曲 : Rostam Batmanglij/Danielle Haim/Alana Haim/Este Haim
 Bad times, when you were mine
 What more could you want?
 You already took all my pride
 And I know
 When you come in close
 I'll find myself tangled up in your rope

 I swear you wouldn't care
 If I was covered in blood lying dead on the street
 And I can count on my one hand
 All the times that you really made me feel free
 You did what you wanted and now you say what you say
 But my hand's stronger than how it was played

 The smell on your breath
 What a stench
 I wonder why I put up with that stress
 You order a drink
 Took a spill on the rink
 You cut your upper lip
 Well, boy, what did you think would happen?

 Man, I get the sense that you think this is still on the table
 But when I don't pick up my phone
 It's not because I am unable
 You saw what you wanted and not what was there
 Now you turn around and say I was unfair
 Well, I wasn't

 It's not that I'm holding a grudge
 Or that I want to see you in pain
 It's just that when you smoked your last cigarette
 You know you won't do that again
 And I stayed up all night with a pack
 Now the sun's up, I'm out, and that's that