Violet

I knew a man who loved a woman name Violet
Its just what he called her cause he never caught her name
He saw her there in a bar back in Missouri
She ordered whisky in a hurry and ran out the door

And purple's just the color of our bruises
The love we lose while pouring water on wine stains
So exsanguinate the sky of all its colors
Tuck em in his pocket so when he reaches in for change
He's got pastel on his fingers and Violet on his brain

I knew a man who loved a woman named Violet
Its just what he called her and he calls her to this day

And purple's just the color of our bruises
The love we lose while pouring water on wine stains
So exsanguinate the sky of all its colors
Tuck em in his pocket so when he reaches in for change
He's got pastel on his fingers and Violet on his brain



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Writer(s): Camille Crabtree
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