Maroon
[00:09.37] When the morning came we were cleaning incense off your vinyl shelf
[00:14.69] 'Cause we lost track of time again
[00:18.41] Laughing with my feet in your lap
[00:22.13] Like you were my closest friend
[00:26.91] How'd we end up on the floor anyway? You say
[00:31.43] "Your roommate's cheap-ass screw-top rosé, that's how"
[00:37.01] I see you every day now
[00:43.91] And I chose you
[00:48.42] The one I was dancin' with
[00:52.68] In New York, no shoes
[00:57.20] Looked up at the sky and it was
[01:01.97] The burgundy on my T-shirt when you splashed your wine into me
[01:05.96] And how the blood rushed into my cheeks, so scarlet, it was
[01:11.00] The mark you saw on my collarbone, the rust that grew between telephones
[01:15.26] The lips I used to call home, so scarlet, it was maroon
[01:29.06] When the silence came, we were shaking blind and hazy
[01:33.84] How the hell did we lose sight of us again?
[01:38.36] Sobbin' with your head in your hands
[01:42.08] Ain't that the way shit always ends?
[01:47.12] You were standing hollow-eyed in the hallway
[01:51.38] Carnations you had thought were roses, that's us
[01:56.95] I feel you no matter what
[02:02.17] The rubies that I gave up
[02:03.92] And I lost you
[02:08.44] The one I was dancin' with
[02:12.60] In New York, no shoes
[02:17.38] Looked up at the sky and it was maroon
[02:22.15] The burgundy on my T-shirt when you splashed your wine into me
[02:25.88] And how the blood rushed into my cheeks, so scarlet, it was (maroon)
[02:30.83] The mark you saw on my collarbone, the rust that grew between telephones
[02:35.35] The lips I used to call home, so scarlet, it was (maroon)
[02:39.60] And I wake with your memory over me
[02:43.85] That's a real fucking legacy, legacy (it was maroon)
[02:48.37] And I wake with your memory over me
[02:52.61] That's a real fucking legacy to leave
[02:57.39] The burgundy on my T-shirt when you splashed your wine into me
[03:01.39] And how the blood rushed into my cheeks, so scarlet (it was maroon)
[03:06.43] The mark you saw on my collarbone, the rust that grew between telephones
[03:10.95] The lips I used to call home, so scarlet (it was maroon)
[03:22.63] It was maroon
[03:31.66] It was maroon
