“A” was the letter he carved in my heart with his cold metal [bad word] 
And red was the blood that rolled down my forehead after I had another incident 

Gray was the color of our dead skin when we exfoliated thoroughly 
And clear was the water that washed it all down the drain so we wouldn’t have to see 

Take my hand in your two hands; I’ve got no one 
You’re the best of both worlds 

Deep was the hole I’d lain myself down in before you came to my rescue 
Now deeper is the ocean I’d swim across holding my breath just to get to you 

Take my hand in your two hands; I’ve got no one 
You’re the worst of both worlds