“They borrow my blood

And put it in a category

It's a passionate burgundy

But it's still in the vial

And I am still sitting here

Exactly as I shouldn't be”

“I’m sitting on white paper again

My blood is in a clear bottle with a blue top

It should be whizzing about inside me through loops and turns

But it’s standing still, exactly as it shouldn’t be”

"I can't put out the fire

But I'll stay with you

While the edges of the night

grind against your temples"

"A place called here, is somewhere I don’t know very well.

Here is the place between the past and the present.

Here is the place where the memories are.

But I don’t love them until later, 

When I am looking for their pieces between the seats in my car

On the way to the next"