Blue Blood

You've got blue blood on your hands, I think it's my own.
We can go down onto the streets and follow the shores.

Of all the people, we could be two.

Then I bite my nails to the clip, run back home.

You've got blue blood on your hands, I know it's my own. You came at me in the middle of the night to show me my soul.
Of all the people, I hoped it'd be you to come and free me, take me away. To show me my home, where I was born, where I belong.

You've got blue blood on your hands, I want you to know.
I hoped that you'd come and take me away, back to my home.
Of all the people, it had to be you.

Then I bite my nails to the clip, run back home.

You showed me where to go.
To my home.

You've got blue blood on your hands, I know it's my own. You came at me in the middle of the night to show me my soul.

Come and help me accept it, affect it, protect it.

You've got blue blood on your hands, I know it's my own.
We can go down onto the streets and follow the shores.
Of all the people, I hoped it'd be you. You showed me my way back home.
To where I was born, where I belong, where I belong.

W H A T. IF. I. DON'T. B E L O N G. WHERE. I. WAS. B O R N ?
WHAT IF this fucking body BELONGS NOWHERE?