Blood Bank

Well, I met you at the blood bank
 We were looking at the bags
 Wondering if any of the colors
 Matched any of the names we knew from the tags
 You said "See, look, that's yours
 Stacked on top with your brother's
 See how they resemble one another
 Even in their plastic little covers?"
 And I said I know it well
 That secret that you know
 But you don't know how to tell
 It fucks with your honor
 And it teases your head
 But you know that it's good
 Because it's running you with red
 Then the snow started falling
 We were stuck out in your car
 You were rubbing both of my hands
 Chewing on a candy bar
 You said "Ain't this just like the present
 To be showing up like this?"
 As the moon waned to crescent
 We started to kiss
 And I said I know it well
 That secret that we know
 That we don't know how to tell
 I'm in love with your honor
 I'm in love with your cheeks
 What's that noise up the stairs, babe?
 Is that Christmas morning creaks?
 I know it well
 I know it well