Black like the mark on your eyelid
Blue like the mark on your good hand
Red like the fire that burns in my mind
These are the things that you can’t hide

One like the island I’m lost on
Twice the regret, what can I do
Three little pigs from my childhood
Why piggy pig did you grow up

Yeah, oh yeah, I might be sick, but time will tell us all
You bruise so easily, careful not to fall

White like the sheet that you bled on
Green like the state of my feeling
Gray pictures fade, no more color
These are the things I remember

For all the time that I borrowed
Five minutes more somehow matter
Sick of it all in a weird way
Pick up remains, and I’ll go home

Yeah, oh yeah, I might be sick, but time will tell us all
You bruise so easily, careful not to fall

I might be sick, but time will tell us all
You bruise so easily, careful not to fall