She's in my head, Sinking her teeth gently into my old memories. She's on my leg, Stained in red and black ink, scarring just below my knee My heart goes black, When I think about the times I know we'll never have But don't feel bad I had always fought this feeling that we'd never last If it wasn't for her I know I'd stay awake And be afraid of dreaming But we took it further and I'll remember the pouring rain