Reds

[Verse 1: Brad Garcia]

She always felt so cold, in her white walled hospital room

She said, "I need a bit of warmth

So I can use the reds to fight my blues"

I promised her I'd find a way

To change the lack of color where she hurts

And while she don't care much for me

I'd bleed and bruise and I would kill for her

I watched her fall in love

With that bastard, who don't give a damn

To him, she's one of many ongoing one night stands

And she's still cold

[Verse 2: Brad Garcia, Both]

I followed him, pulled out my knife

I stabbed that motherfucker

In the throat until he died

And I wiped his blood, across my lips

You don't know love, until you've tasted it

[Verse 3: Brad Garcia]

Shivering she cried, "I hope he's fine"

I painted her room in warm blood red lies

And she ain't cold

There's color on every wall

She don't care much for me

I don't care at all, at all