God dammit, Amy!
We're not kids anymore
You can't just keep waltzing out of my life leaving clothes on my bedroom floor
Like nothing really matters
Like pain doesn't hurt
You should mean more to me by now than just heartbreak and a short skirt
You kinda remind me of scars on my arms that I made when I was a kid
With a disassembled disposable razor I stole from my dad
When I thought that suffering something profound weighed down wise heads
Not just something just to be avoided, something normal people dread
But God dammit, Amy
Well of course I've changed
With all the things that I've done and the places I've been I'd be a machine if I'd stayed the same
You're still back where we started
You haven't changed at all
Yeah, you still try to live like a kid like you could always have it all
You know you kinda remind me of scars on my arms that I hid as best I could
That I covered with ink but in the right kind of light they still bleed through
Showing that there are somethings that I just cannot change no matter what I do
The tell tale sings of being used, of being trapped inside of you
You're a beautiful butterfly burnt with a branding iron
Onto my outsides, into my insides is a simple sign
To show off your ownership burnt into my naked skin
Onto my outsides, into my insides
It's not even love anymore!
It's just a claim upon my soul
It stains my skin, yeah and it's on my breath
And I'm ashamed to get undressed
In front of strangers in case they see
The tell tale signs that you have left all over me
But God dammit, Amy
You'll always remind of scars on my arms that I know will never fade
And it's not like it's something I think about each and every day
I just occasionally catch myself scratching at them as if they'd ever go away
But these tell tale signs, they're hear to stay but in the end you know that's okay
'Cause you will always be a part of my patched up patchwork taped up tape deck heart
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