Hiding under blankets, I wrote you a poem
Half-drunk on ideas I've stolen
Bruised knees and twinkling stars
Punch-flavoured energy drinks
Plum-coloured hair dye

Glanced at the mirror
I look like I recovered
Partially recovered

Sugary blood on the floor
Sugary blood on the floor
Sugary blood on the floor
On the floor

I'm not a man nor am I a woman
The noise in my head made me crack my skull open
On the bathtub, completely sober
I'm losing focus, I'm thinning out
I want your touch, I've got your touch

Glanced at the mirror
I look like I recovered
Partially recovered

Sugary blood on the floor
Sugary blood on the floor
Sugary blood on the floor
On the floor