"A" was the letter he carved in my heart with his cold metal instrument
And red was the blood that rolled down my forehead after I had another incident
Gray was the color of our dead skin when we exfoliated thoroughly
And clear was the water that washed it all down the drain so we wouldn't have to see
Take my hand in your two hands; I've got no one
You're the best of both worlds
Deep was the hole I'd lain myself down in before you came to my rescue
Now deeper is the ocean I'd swim across holding my breath just to get to you
Take my hand in your two hands; I've got no one
You're the worst of both worlds
