The string of lights decorates the room
A green and red glare
Not the same from afar
I think I'd rather just leave
But now there's blood in the sink
My soul rushes to the cool floor
Quickly warmed as I paint the kitchen
I don't feel so well
Hush, it's time to stop shaking
I can smell the pine sweep through
A brush of memories can't stop my shed
I think I'll just lie here
But now there's blood in the sink
My soul rushes to the cool floor
Quickly warmed as I paint the kitchen
I shouldn't have done that
But now there's blood in the sink
My soul rushes to the cool floor
Quickly warmed as I paint the kitchen
I shouldn't have done that