past the bleeding bath,you say
only i have this future, gleaming bright like light against water (lies,lies and)
oh its all very well to dream

but im just scared that i'll wake up and find you dead
against a filthy mattress
with the needle still in your arm

and maybe its all my fault,and maybe
i could have helped you,could have saved you but i think
you had been ripped at the seams already

even so

please don't make me
die inside
for you