And it's bleeding out and it's crushing my spirits today
Soaking in the sun, draining everyone... are you okay?
R e d
S p o t
Go with me
So shiny
I'm made of jam
And I'm made of jelly
Hold in its arms
To fill soft bellies
I'm made of glass
And I'm made of glee
Hold in its arms
What's left of me
I click, the phone call is over, ending those three little numbers
My sink is Cheerwine and so sweet, felt a piece cut into me
And it holds me there, and it makes me feel cared
'Cause an injury cannot injure me. I am aware
R e d
S p o t
Gave to me
By the mindless deity
I'm made of jam
And I'm made of jelly
Hold in its arms
To fill soft bellies
I'm made of glass
And I'm made of glee
Hold in its arms
What's left of me
