Bruise

I woke up with a bruise on my breast Yellow smudge, purple blush at the edge I tried to wash it off I think it's from not being touched enough I stayed up: Only Lovers Left Alive I want to sleep with someone's arm 'cross my thigh I tried to walk it off This feeling of not being warm enough If it's not what you have, then it's nothing you need I'm getting real good at making believe That's true I lit up, loose the fist in my chest Do you, too, when the doorways compress I tried to count it off One more breath before I'm fine enough I made up a daydream of you Phantom hand to pull me on through I try to laugh it off You can't always get what you want They say to give up or they say to get out And both can't be true, but it's better than doubt Doubting the game I woke up I woke up I woke up I woke up