A History of Drunks

She helped me remove the bullet from my leg She took the blade, dug them out while I lay screaming She showed me bloody things and held them in her hand And said that these were hers and put them in her pocket I begged her to shoot me in the head She took my gun and shot my leg instead The way she held my gun and looked at me with rage Told me that everything was OK and I survived And now she stays with me, it's crazy but she's mine She tells me I'm insane because she doesn't lie She was the killing me, she left me here to die And all the ways that worries all right