I see these bloody sailors, biting plumbing pipes
And I love them from afar
I love them from afar.

They...
They look like me today.
Their eyes are the color of a lake
Like supernovas filled with toxic waste
Their skin is pale, like Xerox paper
They are drained.
The day is still young.
Eyelids fall to an ominous chorus
Drooping eyes to pass the time.

These chartreuese flowers are some sort of sedative
My skin is itching for their touch, like velcro to my skin
I'm still hoping for an escape, under your skin.


And oh, we cry when the new day breaks
The sun promised us from dyin'
And we feel like we're crawling in quicksand
Remember, remember
That chalk outline is calling your name
And I'm under your skin.