Juliet Larsen - Bad prognosis lyrics

The day remains It lingers still, and then it pops The violet stains The ones from Broken wine bottles I meet your eyes I cant tell if they're green or blue I dont know why Its so damn hard to look at you The doctor's hands They stitch you up with golden thread world seems mad theres something about Hospital beds He takes your pulse My heartrate skips a beat or two He pricks your veins Its primitive, primordial He say's its bad But i can see he thinks its worse I fix my stare Pretend to search around my purse The times we had the beds we shared, the times we f**ed The rains that fell The tears we shed, the love we bled Are memories still Its too bad that we'll never live