#brad garcia

(Brad) She always felt so cold In her white-walled hospital room She said, “I need a bit of warmth, So I can use the reds to fight my blues” I promised her I’d find a way To change the lack of color where she hurts And while she don’t care much for me, I’d bleed and bruise, and I would kill for her I watched her fall in love With that bastard who don't give a damn To him she's one of many; an “ongoing” one-night stand And she’s still cold (Brad & Nicole) I followed him, pulled out my knife I stabbed that motherfucker in the throat until he died And I wiped his blood across my lips You don't know love until you’ve tasted it (Brad) Shivering she cried, “I hope he’s fine” I painted her room in warm, blood red lies And she ain't cold There’s color on every wall She don't care much for me I don't care at all