Bitter Blue

I've been sitting here Swallowing seeds Looking for an attempt To help myself grow Then you come around With watering can hands Root yourself deep Into my heart I never thought I'd be sleeping in your bloodstream Now this bed is made of iron And this concrete dream I never thought I'd be sleeping in your bloodstream Now this bed is made of iron And this concrete dream We could track this circle for days All your baggage would still be mine to claim We all have these problems all the same You are you, with or without that name I never thought I'd be sleeping in your bloodstream Now this bed is made of iron And this concrete dream I never thought I'd be sleeping in your bloodstream Now this bed is made of iron And this concrete dream You are my personal grace My living breathing saint If you need help keeping those butterflies down I can help you kiss them from your mouth I never thought I'd be sleeping in your bloodstream Now this bed is made of iron And this concrete dream I never thought I'd be sleeping in your bloodstream Now this bed is made of iron And this concrete dream