I rinse the sorrows off your body as I nestle in your hair,
The hair that smells like heather in the steaming summer rain,
And still I go unsatisfied despite the fact you care,
I swear it's not intentional; this sadness in my stare,
It's just that I'm addicted to you taking in my pain,
I rinse the sorrows off your body as I nestle in your hair,
And really who could blame me? For your time just won't compare,
Each minute I take greedily till I'm caught up in disdain,
And still I go unsatisfied despite the fact you care,
You know it's really not polite for such a pretty thing to glare,
Or better yet manipulate; your bloodied sleeves to feign,
I rinse the sorrows off your body as I nestle in your hair,
I'm clinging much too close to you, but it's all that I can bare,
I know you must grow weary of the precious things I stain,
And still I go unsatisfied despite the fact you care,
But stars ordained us lovers once; and still we're quite a pair,
Your tragic heart that turned to salt and my gruesome Mark of Cain,
I rinse the sorrows off your body as I nestle in your hair,
And still I go unsatisfied despite the fact you care.