I'd sell my soul
If I had one to give
The grey between the sheets
The blue beneath my skin
My small frame
Theres a method to all of the madness
I'm listening to all of the crickets chirp
The occasional dog bark
I am nothing more than a memory
Sometimes I wish I could hide it
Hide the fact that you run through my fucking veins
You're like an addiction
Without the notoriety or the fame.