Aquamarine
I remember when they found you
holding onto the gutter
soaking wet and white knuckles
lying through your teeth
stupid man
you are drunk again
she's just a child, you know
wouldn't understand
and I didn't know she played guitar
until I turned 27
my distant cousin sent
a box of memory
certificate of authenticity
they were aquamarine
aquamarine
why can't you talk about it?
I got used to being on the other side of truth
now I never ask for details
who the hell needs details?
when everything is burning
you light a fire on the grave
suicide
lost a life
well then who am i?
who am i?
in the corners of your mind
in the drawers of your mind,
who am i?
who am i?
why can't you talk about it?
I got used to being on the other side of truth
maybe it's too painful and that's why you're so unable
a little bit of her inside
everything I do
everything I do
you were so embarassed
threw a temper tantrum
i was only trying to help
took away the keys
she threw me out
on the street
a payphone call
two bloody knees
why can't you talk about it?
I got used to being on the other side of truth
on the other side of you
who am i?
who am I?
who am I?
holding onto the gutter
soaking wet and white knuckles
lying through your teeth
stupid man
you are drunk again
she's just a child, you know
wouldn't understand
and I didn't know she played guitar
until I turned 27
my distant cousin sent
a box of memory
certificate of authenticity
they were aquamarine
aquamarine
why can't you talk about it?
I got used to being on the other side of truth
now I never ask for details
who the hell needs details?
when everything is burning
you light a fire on the grave
suicide
lost a life
well then who am i?
who am i?
in the corners of your mind
in the drawers of your mind,
who am i?
who am i?
why can't you talk about it?
I got used to being on the other side of truth
maybe it's too painful and that's why you're so unable
a little bit of her inside
everything I do
everything I do
you were so embarassed
threw a temper tantrum
i was only trying to help
took away the keys
she threw me out
on the street
a payphone call
two bloody knees
why can't you talk about it?
I got used to being on the other side of truth
on the other side of you
who am i?
who am I?
who am I?
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Writer(s): Meagan Duffy
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