Aquamarine

I remember when they found you
 Holding onto the gutter
 Soaking wet and white knuckles
 Lying through your teeth
 Stupid man
 You are drunk again
 She's just a child, you know
 Wouldn't understand
 And I didn't know she played guitar
 Until I turned 27
 My distant cousin sent
 A box of memory
 Certificate of authenticity
 They were aquamarine
 Aquamarine
 Why can't you talk about it?
 I got used to being on the other side of truth
 Now I never ask for details
 Who the hell needs details?
 When everything is burning
 You light a fire on the grave
 Suicide
 Lost a life
 Well then who am i?
 Who am i?
 In the corners of your mind
 In the drawers of your mind,
 Who am i?
 Who am i?
 Why can't you talk about it?
 I got used to being on the other side of truth
 Maybe it's too painful and that's why you're so unable
 A little bit of her inside
 Everything I do
 Everything I do
 You were so embarassed
 Threw a temper tantrum
 I was only trying to help
 Took away the keys
 She threw me out
 On the street
 A payphone call
 Two bloody knees
 Why can't you talk about it?
 I got used to being on the other side of truth
 On the other side of you
 Who am i?
 Who am I?
 Who am I?