The Observer

H-E-A-R-T
Is how you can find your way to me
It's what keeps my fingers warm
And my thoughts unraveling

I don't have HIV
And you don't have a single thing
On me
So I can keep writing in my blood
This careless thing

And my head can hardly hold these thoughts
My hands can hardly ink this knife
My dear I can rewrite your life
By giving it to mine
The blood's on the floor

These words fall left and right
I wrap the paper 'round you in the night
Let the ink seep through your skin
'Til it reaches your bloodstream

I bandage these events
I never understood your sentiments
I write myself a version I can call my
Sweet regret

And my head can hardly hold these thoughts
My hands can hardly ink this knife
My dear I can rewrite your life
By giving it to mine
The blood's on the floor

Ah, ah
Ah, ah
Ah, ah
Ah, ah

And we rewrite your life (ah, ah)
We rewrite your life (ah, ah)
We rewrite your life (ah, ah)
We rewrite