Bad

Hints of green Fits of red There you are laying in my bed Your wasted grin in my trash bin Sideways questions in your salty tears Lost in your brain, I'm lost in your sin Brainwashed lovers, cross pain with laughter Hemorrhaging another dark confession There it sits floating in your forehead creases Believe in me you whisper Underneath sighs of indifference Your condescending quivers I gave you my all My all just an inflated golden ticket Worthless worthless worthless And your eyebrows leave me helpless It seems like they hold some long forgotten knowledge And oh how bad I want it