Aquamarine

I remember when they found you

Holdin' onto the gutter

Soakin' wet and white knuckles

Lyin' through your teeth

Stupid man

You're drunk again

She's just a child, you know

Wouldn't understand

And I didn't know she played guitar

Till I turned twenty-seven

My distant cousin sent

A box of memory

Certificate

Of authenticity

They were aquamarine

Aquamarine

Why can't you talk about it?

I got used to bein' on the other side of truth

Now I never ask for details

Who the hell needs details?

When everything is burning

You light a fire on the grave

Suicide

Lost a life

Who am I?

Who am I?

In the corners of your mind

In the drawers of your mind

Who am I?

Who am I?

Why can't you talk about it?

I got used to bein' on the other side of truth

Maybe it's too painful and that's why you're so unable

A little bit of her inside

Everything I do

Everything I do

Now you were so embarrassed

Threw a temper tantrum

I was only tryin' to help

Took away your keys

She threw me out

On the street

A payphone call

Two bloody knees

Why can't you talk about it?

I got used to bein' on the other side of truth

On the other side of you

Who am I?

Who am I?

Who am I?

Who am I?

Who am I?