Blue Sheets

I’ve got a hole in my foot
I can walk fine
I can walk but a crooked line
You’ve got a hole in your knee
From which you bleed
All your catastrophes
N’ all I see is blue
All I see in blue sheets
I’ve got a lamp in my stomach
Which helps me see
All my philosophies
You’ve got a bullet in you hand
That you caught
For the war wasn’t good enough
N’ all I see is blue
All I see in blue sheets x2