These Things Happen

Your hands were cold and your eyes were wide
 As you laid there helpless on your side
 I don't think I could ever feel alright again
 In this hotel bathroom
 Your dress was torn and your fingers froze
 On a filthy floor in your fancy clothes
 I can hear the sirens getting closer now
 In this hotel bathroom
 Now as I'm flying in circles above your pretty little head
 In heat my mouth starts to water
 Your pace slows as the wind blows
 Your hands were cold and my motives vain
 As a rusted spike stood still in your veins
 It would take forever to explain the stains
 On this plain white t-shirt
 I never hoped that this would come true
 You said you'd die for me, I said I'd die for you
 So what the hell do you think that you are trying to prove
 In this hotel bathroom
 Now as I'm swimming in circles below your pretty dangling feet
 Drawn to the red in the water
 Your pace slows as the blood flows