I went down to town's center looking for you.
but a mouth full of anger blocked my view.
he took your hand there in the skating rink.
god will give him blood to drink.
saw the two of you leaving.
I didn't want to follow behind.
but I could see the rest of your evening,
burning in my mind.
the sky's black. the moon's pink.
god will give him blood to drink.
I looked over the railing. ice was white
on the northeast side where I saw you and your boyfriend
on a friday night.
I went mining for gold. I struck pure, fresh zinc.
god, god will give him blood to drink.
Feb 9, 2015
Feb 9, 2015 at 2:56 PM UTC
I went down to town's center looking for you.
but a mouth full of anger blocked my view.
he took your hand there in the skating rink.
god will give him blood to drink.
saw the two of you leaving.
I didn't want to follow behind.
but I could see the rest of your evening,
burning in my mind.
the sky's black. the moon's pink.
god will give him blood to drink.
I looked over the railing. ice was white
on the northeast side where I saw you and your boyfriend
on a friday night.
I went mining for gold. I struck pure, fresh zinc.
god, god will give him blood to drink.
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