Walking down the street

I hear you sing

In the aisles of the supermarket

In the back room of my dreams

In the Mexican restaurant you threw up in last week

I am washing my hands

I'm washing my hands in a sink of blood

In a sink of your love

In a sink of blood

In a sink of my love that I give to you

But you’re just throwing it up in the bathroom

And I can hear you

But you can’t hear me

It’s like talking to a CD, yeah

No you can’t hear me

No you can’t hear

I hear you taking in your sleep

You wish you could be everything that you see

I wish you could see all the beauty you are

But instead you’re just throwing it up in the bathroom

And I can hear you

But you can’t hear me

It’s like talking to a CD, yeah

No you can’t hear me

No you can’t hear

I hear the drums beating in your heart

As you take another hit of something that’ll move your scars from your legs and your arms

And your dreams

And your heart

Your heart

That I love

That I love

That I love

That I love