You are my blood

The object of my eye

You are my blood

The object of my eye

You are the same but different

The victim of a slower sin

(The object of my eye)

And I would trade it all to change it

You are acting like a brain-dead infant

Waiting in line for a chemical to fix it

(The object of my eye)

Acting like a sickle-cell child with a death wish

When you are light, you are time, you are endless