You say you're a vampire while we're waiting for the Red Line
We go back to Takoma and we sleep in the same bed my
Blood is ink and it's all drying
I wished to love a vampire now I think that I am dying
I'm just a lonely paintbrush
I think that I can't love you
Now I said you're my sunflower and that was true
One of the only completely honest things I've said to you now
You said you're a vampire while we waited for the train
And I got on the last one and you watched me ride away
No words left for me to say 'cause all my ink is dry
Everything I've ever said to you has been a lie