Or, Don’t You Remember?

The summer sun gleans sickly off my jaundiced skin
Reflecting last night's sins, all last night's sins
I lie awake with your hot breath on my neck
Our thoughts are separate, all thoughts are separate

And while you're drifting off to sleep
My bones will shake and seethe

What do you want me to say?
What do you want me to do?
Say the same tender words
And come running back to you?

Or, don't you remember?
You washed your hands of me
You washed your hands of me
Your wringing hands

I have once flinched before under your desperate stare
You cry that you are lost, all things are lost
I don't seek cruelty, I've loved you all the while
Please go your own way, make your own way

And while you're drifting off to sleep
My bones will shake and seethe

What do you want me to say?
What do you want me to do?
Say the same tender words
And come running back to you?

Or, don't you remember?
You washed your hands of me
You washed your hands of me
Your wringing hands