Aquamarine

I remember when they found you Holding onto the gutter Soaking wet and white knuckles Lying through your teeth Stupid man You are drunk again She's just a child, you know Wouldn't understand And I didn't know she played guitar Until I turned 27 My distant cousin sent A box of memory Certificate of authenticity They were aquamarine Aquamarine Why can't you talk about it? I got used to being on the other side of truth Now I never ask for details Who the hell needs details? When everything is burning You light a fire on the grave Suicide Lost a life Well then who am i? Who am i? In the corners of your mind In the drawers of your mind, Who am i? Who am i? Why can't you talk about it? I got used to being on the other side of truth Maybe it's too painful and that's why you're so unable A little bit of her inside Everything I do Everything I do You were so embarassed Threw a temper tantrum I was only trying to help Took away the keys She threw me out On the street A payphone call Two bloody knees Why can't you talk about it? I got used to being on the other side of truth On the other side of you Who am i? Who am I? Who am I?