I keep drying my hands and drying my hands
But blood has already soaked in and stained
I can't just wipe you off of me
I've tried to scrub you off my hands but the feelings still there
And now I can't wash you away you're a fucking stain
And I can't just brush you off either
I fell on a raspberry bush
I'm dyed the color of the berries which match the color of your hair
The color also matches the blood that's pouring out of me, man you can't even see the hurt
All those thorns, every time I see you, just keep poking deeper and deeper as I try to get out of this constant pain
