Bruises to Prove It

You opened your eyes again to a throb That was better than the night before The vague recollection of punches or dancing Or ending up curled on the floor And you got the scars and stitches to prove it And you got the bruises to prove it too Well, you got a taste for the heady, heady You gotta do what you're supposed to do Still that's better than a torn up heart It's still better than a torn up heart And only some hours 'til you do it again 'Til the night goes and holds in on you And the glow of the lights makes the hue of their skin Somewhere between bile and glue And you got the mussed up hair to prove it You got the teeth to prove it too Well, you got a taste for the heady, heady And you got the aches and the tired too But that's better than a torn up heart It's still better than a torn up heart That's still better than a torn up heart It's still better than a torn up heart