Red raindrops in the rear view
cigarette in my left hand
and the smoke is kinda hard to see through
foggy clouds
creep up the window
silent sounds
just let the wind blow
on an pitch black night with a light snow
If I get it right, you could be my light show

Tell me why in my dreams i’m still seething
My eyes are still bleeding
Behold these burgundy demons
Peepin through the cracks
Tryna creep in
Cutting my wrist
Till it’s bleeding
now i’m just
Counting these cuts
Instead of
Sheep while i’m sleeping

Wonder what’s going on
in your brain
I know in my case, I’m insane
Rocks on a cliff
                  Pieces of my mind
                                              falling off
I wish it would stop
These ******* thoughts of

              me     and    you
                    Together