Verses On The Walls/Ginger's Song

I don't need an excuse to have my blood mixed with foreign liquids
I think I'll be alright when you are not around anymore
Take what you want, as long as you leave a particle of light

I've bottled so many hours of sleep that weren't mine
If it's one of your games, I'm not playing it all over again
Your face covers what I should be looking at
This heart attack has taken its toll on me

Bloody hands and written verses on the light blue walls
The opportunity for rush comes and you can't deny it
Take all you're given, as long as you leave some for me

So Ginger, would you fly over the mess you left, waving goodbye to everyone who called you friend?
So Ginger, would you fly over the mess you left, to fence the throng you couldn't leave behind?