A warm bed, it's half-light in the room
and no one knows which day nor which year it is
it's like everything's a dream, only if God knew that
that some other man is kissing your lips
and that is not me
Does this blood on my soul bring you joy?
does the fact that my whole crashing down bring you joy?
does blaming myself guilty give you joy?
while you're with him, I'm living on medications
To take in the pain
and to stand on my feet
I would go through it all again
just to hold you again
The smell of love, the traces of touch
and no one knows which day nor which year it is
it's like everything's a dream, only if God knew that
that some other man is kissing your lips
and that is not me
Does this blood on my soul bring you joy?
does the fact that my whole crashing down bring you joy?
does blaming myself guilty give you joy?
while you're with him, I'm living on medications