Waking up with your words on my ear
you pulled me back
chasing myself over hard touched feet

red rain is falling on my blue skin
and oh I feel so good
but it's the best of times
and it's the worst of times to feel alive

the good chases the bad
the tease
and tickle
and yell
and just make eachother worse with razor blade tongues

it's a chase across bridges
and memories
but waking up is sweeet, like a cold classroom
with blue carpet
and a teacher that held you when you cried.

Everything is sweet,
if you don't remeber the pain