there's some blood in my words.
there's a hand in mine but it's not yours anymore.

i have a bucket filled with all the things i should've done
i dumped it in the river and watched it all float away
none of it matters now.
not you, not me, not the sun in the sky
or the moon making love to the sea.

we live so divided.
but even the sun loves the sea and the moon, the sky.