Cardinal's dress as red as dye
smells like death but don't ask why
Here we are on the attic floor
we could swim to sea but not back to shore
Car, backseat, parking lot, didn't do much but it cost alot
Glass half empty,as good as full
it's like a magnet, can you feel the pull

The ink on the pages as blue as the sea,
tastes like cigarettes, tastes like me
Bruises on a face all black and blue,
it tastes like blood, it tastes like you
I'll tell you all about the birds and the bees,
the crying rocks and the laughing trees
All those words won't make you mine,
that thought my dear is worse than dying.