God dammit Amy
we're not kids any more
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 be more to me
by now than just heartbreak
in a short skirt
You kind of 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
was something profound
That weighed down
on wise heads
And not just something
to be avoided
Something normal
people dread
God dammit Amy well of course
I've changed
With all the things
I've done and the places
I've been
I'd be a machine
if I had stayed the same
But you're still back
where we started
you haven't changed at all
You're still trying to live
like a kid like
you can always have it all
You know you kind of 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 I just can't change
no matter what I do
The tell tale signs
of being used
Of being trapped inside of you
You're a beautiful butterfly
Burned with a branding iron
Onto my outsides
into my insides
As a simple sign
To show off your ownership
Burned into my naked skin
Onto my outsides
into my insides
It's not even love any more
It's just a claim upon my soul
It stains my skin yeah
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
God dammit Amy
You'll always remind me 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 them
as if they'd ever go away
But these tell tale signs are here
to stay and in the end
you know that's OK
You will always be a part of
my patched up patchwork
taped up tape deck heart