CD

Walking down the street I hear you sing In the aisles of the supermarket In the back room of my dreams In the Mexican restaurant you threw up in last week I am washing my hands I'm washing my hands in a sink of blood In a sink of your love In a sink of blood In a sink of my love that I give to you But you’re just throwing it up in the bathroom And I can hear you But you can’t hear me It’s like talking to a CD, yeah No you can’t hear me No you can’t hear I hear you taking in your sleep You wish you could be everything that you see I wish you could see all the beauty you are But instead you’re just throwing it up in the bathroom And I can hear you But you can’t hear me It’s like talking to a CD, yeah No you can’t hear mе No you can’t hear I hear the drums bеating in your heart As you take another hit of something that’ll move your scars from your legs and your arms And your dreams And your heart Your heart That I love That I love That I love That I love