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
Sep 3, 2013
Sep 3, 2013 at 12:17 AM UTC
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
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