Bad blood on the brain
I've got yours too
I don't know who you are
But I saw you that day
Thrashing in the east end hallway
Surrounded by showcase glass,
Blue ribbons, and too much noise
I thought it was best to walk away
I think a lot of things I guess
Your art was beautiful
I liked the girl all bent and blank
It forged this tragic kind of silence
It held your bad blood
But gave it air
Beauty without flesh
I thought that  you were beautiful
In this silent hateful kind of way
All that bad blood on your brain
I've got some too
I really wish we could have met
But I can't blame you