Your pen burns me
Your tongue spurns me
Your hair breaks my fall
I wanted to swim
Where your neck flows to your shoulder
Your eyes bleed me
And your thighs scream at me

Ophelia, Ophelia lay down your hair
I'll climb the walls into your lair
You'll try to shape each day
It's not plasticine
It'll drip through your fingers
And your eyes bleed me
And your thighs scream at me

Striking blue obsession
Filling brims with potion
Resolving her prediction
I've done enough...for you.
For you.

And your eyes
Bleed me.
And your thighs
Scream at me.

Ophelia, Ophelia
Lay down your hair.