Holy Shit - Pink Turns Blue

She doesn’t want us to see

She always knew that I would come back

It’s a matter of preparing

She still might have some memories

A good thought to hold on to

And then it might come to life

A new pretentious jargon

Of a weasel concept I tried

Well I tried to

Call this a good hurt

Holy shit

This is why I absolve my conscience

No one else understand my world

That’s why I’m feeling the slippage

I know there is something about to come

To come

Call this a good hurt

Holy shit

But now I say Ok anyway

Lying quietly on her clean bed

Faces turn into neutrality

Seeking to contain, seeking to control