Taken from Cicatrization
You whisper to me ‘sign your name
across my arm I love the pain’.
My name is on you fading-blue.
It’s in the mirror. it says that I love you.
You smile sweetly, who’d have known
what’s in your head, you’re out of control.
And you’re no angel, still I care
you’re letting go and bleeding everywhere.
Well I’m impressed yeah yeah
I should have guessed yeah yeah
The way you’re dressed yeah yeah
You look a mess yeah yeah
You’re suicidal, it turns me on.
It gives me kicks, I know it’s wrong
but we’re not kids when we cut our skin;
open it up to let the answers in.