You + Me = Slipknot

Soft thoughts, pink bruises

Floral blankets, Sunday afternoons

You plucked flowers from my mothers garden to lay across my cold, gray grave

Walked past a doe with a throat covered in blood on your walk home

Drank wine straight from the bottle that evening

Kissed your girlfriend on the palms and went to bed

All you've ever done was take

You are slowly unravelling pieces of you that were sewn into me so well

I figured I lost you on the first Sunday in June

There was no rain in April

And no flowers in May

It's been two years, and you're still taking

And I'm still paying

Every day has been like Sunday

Silent and gray

Black hair, nails on a chalk board

Walls covered in maps, Sunday afternoons

And everyday has been like Sunday

Silent and gray