On the train a stranger's breath creeps into my chest
And it's always startling when you call me by my name
Even though I consider you to be a dear friend
Violet Clem, Violet Clementine
Violet Clem, Violet Clementine, Vi
The parentheses are your temples that I read in between the lines of
Then climbed up the steps and left your sky-blues
Oh, Vi I'm not dead set on what I'm meant to do
Love of mine I'm trying to be true to you
Carroll Street I come, I leave your station time and time over
But you've given me many a thing to soldier on towards
These words in a row build me a home
Beneath which I bury my bones
Picturing you painting is what puts me at ease
You have a way of getting yourself mixed into the songs that I sing
If I'm peanut butter well then you're still aubergine
And you'd fit real nice right beside me in this painting
And it's always startling when you call me by my name
Even though I consider you to be a dear friend
Violet Clem, Violet Clementine
Violet Clem, Violet Clementine, Vi
The parentheses are your temples that I read in between the lines of
Then climbed up the steps and left your sky-blues
Oh, Vi I'm not dead set on what I'm meant to do
Love of mine I'm trying to be true to you
Carroll Street I come, I leave your station time and time over
But you've given me many a thing to soldier on towards
These words in a row build me a home
Beneath which I bury my bones
Picturing you painting is what puts me at ease
You have a way of getting yourself mixed into the songs that I sing
If I'm peanut butter well then you're still aubergine
And you'd fit real nice right beside me in this painting
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