The day remains
It lingers still, and then it pops
The violet stains
The ones from
Broken wine bottles
I meet your eyes
I cant tell if they're green or blue
I dont know why
Its so damn hard to look at you
The doctor's hands
They stitch you up with golden thread
world seems mad
theres something about Hospital beds
He takes your pulse
My heartrate skips a beat or two
He pricks your veins
Its primitive, primordial
He say's its bad
But i can see he thinks its worse
I fix my stare
Pretend to search around my purse
The times we had
the beds we shared, the times we f**ed
The rains that fell
The tears we shed, the love we bled
Are memories still
Its too bad that we'll never live