She always felt so cold, in her white walled hospital room
She said "I need a bit of warmth
So I can use the reds to fight my blues"
I promised her I'd find a way
To change the lack of color where she hurts
And while she don't care much for me
I'd bleed and bruise and I would kill for her
I watched her fall in love
With that bastard, who don't give a damn
To him, she's one of many ongoing one night stands
And she's still cold

I followed him, pulled out my knife
I stabbed that motherfucker
In the throat until he died
And I wiped his blood, across my lips
You don't know love, until you've tasted it
Shivering she cried, "I hope he's fine"
I painted her room in warm blood red lies
And she ain't cold
There's color on every wall
She don't care much for me
I don't care at all, at all