bleed out
the crimson that stains
won't wash out
can't complain

leave me here
on fake tile
still convulsing
for a while

pain, pain
is going to stay
until you--
make it go away

I can't help me
neither can  you
oh here it comes,
here comes the blues

it sticks, it stains
red and true
brown and purple
green and blue

hold me tight
intertwine my veins
keep the pressure
so my heart stays

home is where
your heart is
mine is not
where it fits

confused,
on what was so true
just me and you
now I haven't got a clue

I am lost
when I'm
with
you