Breathing just didn't feel worthwhile today.
I swallowed the taste of dead sex off her tongue,
she screamed in technicolor.

She's still screaming the color of her confusion.
I can't see the color of my screams.

They erased color from my mind, erased color from my heart.
Swallow the taste of dead sex off my tongue.
she screamed in technicolor.

She's still screaming the color of her confusion.
I can't see the color of my screams.

I bare my wrists with hope (that someone will slit them for me)
I couldnt deal with the burden (of slicing the veins myself)
But I would fall to my knees (and smile up at that savior)
I see too much in my blood....
too fucking much, too goddamn much, I've seen too goddamn much

Sometimes while I breathe color returns, but it wasn't worthwhile today