maybe tonight in the few short moments in which we converse we can speak of something other than the ways our bodies hurt us please please think of me i m alive and still breathing i m wondering is this a death bed in which the living lay this turned out to be something that i have no control over this secret reservoir that can dry up or spill over as it pleases this power is stripped from me so i m listening for you to speak to me of green days and blue nights or at least nothing that even remotely reminds me of these workhorse days blame everything on me i can carry the weight of everyone on my body give justice for these sins or at least an explanation for how i have been feeling please please think of me i m alive and still breathing i m listening for you to speak to me of blue days and green nights or at least nothing that even remotely reminds me of these workhorse days