Ink drips, like blood from a wound;
The melody is some strange infection.
I’ll let you be my smutty nurse;
I’ll let you touch me where it hurts.
Ink drips, like blood from a wound;
The meter pumps it out so much neater.
I’ll let you watch me as I sleep;
I’ll let you dream of someone else.
Ink drips, like blood from a wound;
Pretty patterns on a page.
You’ll try, but you’ll never understand;
I’ll try, but I’ll never understand.
Ink drips, like blood from wound
Slowly congealing into shapes.
I can see you floating off in space;
I can see me chained to the earth.
Ink drips, like blood from a wound.
Then it stops.
Everything important, now, forgot.