Your bruise

It's a backwards attraction to your forward eyes But you're so far-sighted that you can't place trust In what or who you recognize We sped the plymouth cross the banks of the mississippi river Mary timony was smaller then a super ball... Chitter-chatter all these secrets started giving me the shivers Plain and simply broken down near olympia I think your bruise was understanded, 'cause you can't feel this anymore It's getting bluer and you can't keep faking That you can't feel this anymore