Yesterday she showed me her
Bruises pulled her sweater 
Up underneath her breasts 
They were scattered 
'Cross her rib cage 
Like a little patch of violet
Rorshach tests she said just 
'Cause I can't crawl inside you
That doesn't mean I'm not your parasite

She used to be so radiant 
So sexy when she laughed 
Now her eyes look like gravesites 
As she speaks in epitaphs