My sheets are cold of lighters too I can't remember last night, but my memory is only of you I drink, but I can't even taste anymore I taste the blood in my mouth, it tastes of you Red jeans, bit nails, your eyelids blue Smoke pot in the back of the Disco with nothing to do I reach, I fall, I touch my face to the floor Lips taste swell, in the bathroom I'll wait for you And after dark she asked me if I knew I told her the truth, I told her I still love you I called her up, she asked me to not call anymore I hang up the phone, I'm always a lover than you Not to pass, but I'll always be in love with you