sometimes i want to take a knife
and cut into my hand
just to feel the gentle rush.
sometimes i want to hold my breath
and forget to breathe
a nightmare red and flushed
you think that i cant hear you
when you take your leave
and quietly close the door
you think i dont know where you go
when you leave me wanting more.
set the knot, and puncture my skin
its what you know best
find the scars and the open wounds
and cut out all the rest.
lament for winters scorn
hide from hope and sun
the leaves have fallen and the time has passed
on what we had begun
and cut into my hand
just to feel the gentle rush.
sometimes i want to hold my breath
and forget to breathe
a nightmare red and flushed
you think that i cant hear you
when you take your leave
and quietly close the door
you think i dont know where you go
when you leave me wanting more.
set the knot, and puncture my skin
its what you know best
find the scars and the open wounds
and cut out all the rest.
lament for winters scorn
hide from hope and sun
the leaves have fallen and the time has passed
on what we had begun