Red trickles down, a trail of pain.
Just like your cherry lips
Just like your strawberry kiss
My hands freeze, numbed by the rain.
Just like the first time we touch
Just like our times on the couch
If I get hurt, will I see you again?

Nicotine lungs, numbing my brain
As though I'm looking at you
As though I'm beside you
Let my sanity wane
As I always do with you
As I always do with you

If I get high, will I see you again