Jorts

In time i'll forget you were mine
And all the red in my eyes i'll leave behind

I don't know what i'm doing
I'm sulking instead of improving
I don't know what i'm doing
I want to call but i think that's intruding

(i'm fine) i've never been better
(i'm dying) but it fits the weather
(inside) i'm worse for wear but it's fine

They believe that we're alright
Forced smiles and laugh lines hide so much from the light

I don't know what you're doing
I think you're the one who's bruising
I don't know what i'm doing
I want to call but i think that's intruding

If you send flowers, paint them black and blue
The colours of my insides stained by thoughts of you
I'll keep them hydrated and let them bloom
Maybe they'll teach me how to grow too