Green On '73 Testo

rope burns on my neck are deeper in my wrists

as you hang above the light switch on my wall

to me the only things that remain are memories of the greenest eyes I've seen

and last december my sweet

summer never seemed this cold to me
consider this my apology

it's like pulling teeth with you constantly

regret what I said

regret what I did

I'm just trying to clean the mess that I made by letting you move away

Florida consumes you

don't bleed on me because I'd never bleed on you

just die here in my arms