Black like the mark on your eyelid
Blue like the mark on your good hand
Red like the fire that burns in my mind
These are the things that you can't hideOne like the island I'm lost on
Twice the regret, what can I do
Three little pigs from my childhood
Why piggy pig did you grow upYeah, oh yeah, I might be sick, but time will tell us all
You bruise so easily, careful not to fallWhite like the sheet that you bled on
Green like the state of my feeling
Gray pictures fade, no more color
These are the things I rememberFor all the time that I borrowed
Five minutes more somehow matter
Sick of it all in a weird way
Pick up remains, and I'll go homeYeah, oh yeah, I might be sick, but time will tell us all
You bruise so easily, careful not to fallI might be sick, but time will tell us all
You bruise so easily, careful not to fall