The Colour Bruise - Olivver the Kid

I’ll take a shot to the face

If you wanted me to

I’ll be the colour bruise

I’ll drink my worries away, hah

If you want me to

I’ll be the colour bruise

A rosary devoted to

Misery, and it’s all for you

The colour bruise

I put myself on display

It helps me think of you

I’ll be the colour bruise

I’ll wrap my skin to your faith

It helps me think of you

I’ll be the colour bruise

A rosary devoted to

Misery, and it’s all for you

The colour bruise

You write my words on your neck

You got nothing to lose

When you’re the color bruise

A rosary devoted to

Misery, and it’s all for you

A rosary devoted to

Misery, and it’s all for you

The colour bruise