You say you're a vampire while we're waiting for the Red Line We go back to Takoma and we sleep in the same bed my Blood is ink and it's all drying I wished to love a vampire now I think that I am dying I'm just a lonely paintbrush I think that I can't love you Now I said you're my sunflower and that was true One of the only completely honest things I've said to you now You said you're a vampire while we waited for the train And I got on the last one and you watched me ride away No words left for me to say 'cause all my ink is dry Everything I've ever said to you has been a lie