Alkaline Trio

I put it all on black,
no color you're all dressed in
And a stab in the back
left you bleeding on the floor
And I'm mourning the death,
the recent passing of your insides
I smile in regret
every time I think of how I spoke to you
I put it all in back
of my mind where I hold you
I'm just trying to keep track,
how far back it really goes
And I'm living in lack
of the blood sent from the heavens
I'm just trying to relax
as the killer's waiting right outside my door
What's black and white? (what's black and white, what's...?)
What's read all over?
This tired book (this tirec book, this...)
This organ donor
Sweet blasphemy, my giving tree
It hasn't rained in years
I bring to you this sacrificial offering
of virgin ears
Leave it to me, I remain free from all the comforts of home (of home)
And where that is, I'm pleased as piss to say, I'll never really know