Cut here
Release of all the feeling that is buried in the veins
The worst that you feel is far from torn flesh
Skin opens up
But what is this
This type the razor didn't miss
You'd curl your hand into a fist if you had the little nerve
The stitches turn to itches turn to tissue turn to scar
But this time it's gone too far
It's etched in skin
The hatred within turned to something sharp and drove itself in
Lovely lovely lovely little red lines
The pain is the drug and I do it all the time
Looks good
As good
As deep as mine
When hearts make war in the middle of the night
Cut here
Release of all the feeling that is buried in the veins
The eyes that you seek you feel them coming on
"Where are you love?
And what is wrong?
Have you been doing this for long?
Is all the ache in you so strong that you can't resist?"
I know attention and endorphins make a very pretty pair
And wounds make graves for secrets
But time will quell your restless heart and teach you brand new ways to abuse yourself
Lovely lovely lovely little red lines
The pain is the drug and I do it all the time
Looks good
As good
As deep as mine
When hearts make war in the middle of the night