You are my blood
The object of my eye
You are the same but different
The victim of a slower sin
And I would trade it all to change it
But you are acting like a brain-dead infant
Waiting in line for a chemical to fix it
Acting like a sickle-cell child with a death wish
When you are light, you are time, you are endless
The object of my eye
You are the same but different
The victim of a slower sin
And I would trade it all to change it
But you are acting like a brain-dead infant
Waiting in line for a chemical to fix it
Acting like a sickle-cell child with a death wish
When you are light, you are time, you are endless