Maroon

[00:01.54] When the morning came we were cleaning incense off your vinyl shelf

[00:03.70] 'Cause we lost track of time again

[00:04.23] Laughing with my feet in your lap, like you were my closest friend

[00:05.56] How'd we end up on the floor anyway?

[00:06.09] You say, "Your roommate's cheap-ass screw top Rosé", that's how

[00:06.88] I see you every day now

[00:07.15] And I chose you

[00:08.21] The one I was dancin' with in New York

[00:08.74] No shoes, looked up

[00:09.27] At the sky and it was

[00:09.81] The burgundy on my t-shirt when you splashed your wine onto me

[00:10.87] And how the blood rushed into my cheeks, so scarlet, it was

[00:10.87] The mark you saw on my collarbone, the rust that grew between telephones

[00:11.66] The lips I used to call home, so scarlet, it was maroon

[00:11.93] When the silence came, we were shaking blind and hazy

[00:13.53] How the hell did we lose sight of us again?

[00:14.06] Sobbin' with your head in your hands

[00:14.85] Ain't that the way shit always ends?

[00:15.38] You were standing hollow-eyed in the hallway

[00:17.24] Carnations you had thought were roses, that's us

[00:17.51] I feel you no matter what, the rubies that I gave up

[00:18.31] When I lost you

[00:18.57] The one I was dancin' with in New York

[00:19.10] No shoes, looked up

[00:19.38] At the sky and it was maroon

[00:20.70] The burgundy on my t-shirt when you splashed your wine onto me

[00:20.70] And how the blood rushed into my cheeks, so scarlet, it was (maroon)

[00:22.03] The mark you saw on my collarbone, the rust that grew between telephones

[00:22.55] The lips I used to call home, so scarlet, it was (maroon)

[00:23.09] And I wake with your memory over me

[00:23.62] That's a real fucking legacy, legacy (it was maroon)

[00:24.15] And I wake with your memory over me

[00:24.41] That's a real fucking legacy to leave

[00:24.41] The burgundy on my t-shirt when you splashed your wine onto me

[00:25.48] And how the blood rushed into my cheeks, so scarlet, it was maroon

[00:25.48] The mark you saw on my collarbone, the rust that grew between telephones

[00:29.20] The lips I used to call home, so scarlet, it was maroon

[00:00.00] It was maroon

[00:00.00] It was maroon