Bloops: Something Else

One, Two, Three
Forget-me-nots knot themselves inside my heart
My heart is clearly caked in mud
And muttering, "She loves me not.
She loves me not. She loves me not.
She loves me not."
Now I don't know what's real or not,
and I don't know what feeling's caught
inside my glove
Is it lust or love? Or something that's about
to explode?

Is it moonless nights in mid-November?
Is it one last kiss that I meant to give her
right before she slammed the car
into a telephone pole?
Is it holding on for one last heartbeat?
Is it sitting in the waiting room
trying not to fall asleep and
wondering if I do will you
hold it against me?

Is it lipstick? Is it chapstick?
Is it something else entirely?
(x2)

Four, Three, Two
Not to make you feel guilty,
But if you really loved me
You wouldn't let this flower die.
You wouldn't let the winter scream,
"She loves you not. She loves you not.
She loves you not. She loves you not."
But she's got to.

Now I have no clue what's real or not,
And I don't know what flavor's caught
on your cold lips
when we close our eyes for one last kiss

Is it lipstick? Is it chapstick?
Is it breaking down or breaking up?
Is it lipstick? Is it chapstick?
Or both?

You better hold on / You better hold it off
You better hold it in / You better hold out
(x2)

Is it starless skies in late November?
Is it silence, sadness, sour surrender?
Thinking of that night I dug myself
this bulletproof hole
Is that her shadow on the staircase?
Is that her singing in the living room
or just the television?

Am I depressed? Is it madness?
Or something else entirely?
Am I depressed? Is it madness?
Or something else entirely?
Is it lipstick? Is it chapstick?
Or something else?