If you ask her why she's there she reads
Her colors bleed and bleach
Turn and fade
And colors shape
Bleeding and contracting your way
Frosted
She invented a disease
So in bed she could retreat
Portraits of her soul
That no one she will show
She loves you in the morning
Loves you in the afternoon
Loves you when the sun shines
Through the window of her room
She loves you when you trust her
But lots of things haven't been that great
That skin you used to hold
That scent you don't smell it anymore
You could see the fate
But you did nothing
With her time counting machine
She trusts you to be mean
The seconds compensate
Before she gets her rhymes done
That skin she used to hold
That scent you don't smell it anymore
You could see the fate but you did nothing
She loves you in the morning
Loves you in the afternoon
Loves you when the sun shines
Through the window of her room
She loves you when you trust her
But lots of things haven't been that great
If you ask her why she is there she bleeds