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 some things 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
