I found a mark. Where the ink bled through. Under a song. I was writing for you. Crumpled up in a drawer. Stained with blue. Quiet and easy. What I wanted to prove.
Under the skin,. But no further in.. I've seen it before.. I was hoping for more.. . If I could choose,. I'd rather a bruise.. I'd just rather lose. Than hear another excuse..
I found a mark. Where the ink bled through. Under a song. I was writing for you. Crumpled up in a drawer. Stained with blue. Quiet and easy. What I wanted to prove.