I think a lot about whether my veins
are blue
or whether
they are green

(I just want them to compliment yours)

I think a lot about the weather
And what we would be like
in a rainstorm
or on a cloudless day

I often wonder if you think
about me

but most often doubt you do

I'm the girl who has green veins
and you are the boy who has blue.

I can't sleep
I miss you
Although it's better this way

I wish I cherished when things were on fire
Things were white lights
And tin foil plates
Shining

I guess it's for the best
That's what I told myself
But now I have no rest
I just think of how we felt

It's a ****** shame
And it's a messy scheme
But we're done for now
Or at least that's how it seems