Color Me Blood Red - Converge

Please love, just come home again

Just let this one pass, there will be another

And in this laughter before the pain

Every deliberate hung by my left hand

Eyelids fludder and warm water floods my nostrils

Neck deep I cry high

Together we sleep, slouched discolored porcelain

dreaming of those elucid moments

when smiles hung high

Limbs outstretched

A bad moon rising

Faucet turning

Desolation churning

Drowning in what we’ve become

Neck deep I cry high

I have spilled dry for you

and you cannot fathom the notion

that it was the end of something

This is our end.