Last Tourniquet 

Came to me with cuts 

Said you were scared 

To go to the hospital 

The stitches didn’t bother you 

It was getting them in your wrist and 

Thinking they would 

Lock your crazy ass up for doing it 

How many times 

Do I have to make tourniquets 

Gonna bail you out 

One too many times and 

Your blood is gonna be on my hands 

Let’s just say this 

The next time 

You hurt yourself 

I’m gonna do my best 

To knock you the fuck out and 

When you wake up 

You will be in a hospital

(Image by PAUL WARREN, Text by Stephen Michael Whitter)