The burgundy on my t-shirt when you splashed your wine into me
And how the blood rushed into my cheeks, so scarlet, it was
The mark they saw on my collarbone
The rust that grew between telephones
The lips I used to call home
So scarlet, it was maroon
And I wake with your memory over me
That's a real fuckin' legacy, legacy (It was maroon)
And I wake with your memory over me
That's a real fuckin' legacy to leave