Scab in the shape of my face
A version of me
Falling free
Scab in the shape of my heart
You could build a model
Of one that loved so free
Bandages on me
I'm wounded in love
Bandages I need
To cut off the blood
To cut off the blood
Scabs on the skin of my knees
You're making me crawl
Back into the womb
Bandages on me
I'm wounded in love
Bandages I need
To cut off the blood
Tied to that pain gripping my soul
It's starting to rain and I'm losing
Losing control
Bandages on me
I'm wounded in love
Bandages I need
To cut off the blood
Tied to that pain gripping my soul
It's starting to rain and I'm losing
Losing control
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