The faucet dripped far too loud each morning to forget every last piece of last night

It was all about how much this hurt you

And how much I was sinking, choking drowning

You played loud music to drown out the screams

You played jazz and it was colourful

I stood there bare and pale, I was not jazz

And when we hung on to front porch swings, when we hung on to eachothers arms

We were counting the seconds till we let go

The bed sheets always in knots

The curtains always in knots

Our fingers, our stomach, our ribcages

Always in knots

It made us sick

Both throwing up our stomachs into empty sinks

I was blue

I was drowning, and you were jazz

You were colourful and some days we were ready to jump into oncoming traffic

And some days we were ready to dance under the streetlights

And push each other into oncoming traffic

Much like jazz, we had moods, we had undertones, we had melodies

We were overplayed

And its Sunday morning, and after last night you can’t breathe

I can’t move

And paralysis is a comfort

I am blue

I am drowning and you are jazz

But we’ll hang on to hurried goodbyes

Messy kisses

And dirty fountain water

For I’d much rather collapse my lungs, and you’d much rather slit your throat

Than ever to be off beat

Because we are colourful we were colourful we will be colourful

While we rot with smiles on our faces, sipping strong drinks

and living our lives on the rocks.