Now (Stephen Fretwell)

Now you, you were always there to tell to say you wrote it in blood pretend you stayed up all the night and under your breath in your pretty red dress as you fell in my bed what was it you said all I suggest you tried to impress upon me something Well I sold another one of your guitars if you're not gonna come I'll probably sell them all I don't want them here I know nobody knows and I'm tired of hiding Feels like water cold like like your hand lay me down I never got up never got up Now you, you were always that way all fire and stone staying up all the day and in your pretty red dress as you fell in my bed what was it you said that failed to impress all I suggest or try to suppress or ever want something Feels like water cold like like your hand lay me down I might not see any of this any of it through