Cardinal's dress is 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

We didn't do much but it cost a lot
Glass half empty and as good as full
It's like a magnet, feel it pull


The ink on the pages is as blue as the sea
Tastes like cigarettes, tastes like me

Bruises on a f ace 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
Well all those words won't make you mine

That thought my dear is worse than dying