You + Me = Slipknot

Soft thoughts, pink bruises
 Floral blankets, Sunday afternoons
 You plucked flowers from my mothers garden to lay across my cold, gray grave
 Walked past a doe with a throat covered in blood on your walk home
 Drank wine straight from the bottle that evening
 Kissed your girlfriend on the palms and went to bed
 All you've ever done was take
 You are slowly unravelling pieces of you that were sewn into me so well
 I figured I lost you on the first Sunday in June
 There was no rain in April
 And no flowers in May
 It's been two years, and you're still taking
 And I'm still paying
 Every day has been like Sunday
 Silent and gray
 Black hair, nails on a chalk board
 Walls covered in maps, Sunday afternoons
 And everyday has been like Sunday
 Silent and gray