INTRO: Am Em F G Am
VERSE 1:
Am Em
God dammit Amy, we're not kids anymore.
F G
You can't just keep waltzing out of my life,
Am
Leaving clothes on my bedroom floor.
Am Em
Like nothing really matters, like pain doesn't hurt.
F G Am
You should be more to me by now than just heartbreak in a short skirt.
G C F G
You kind of remind me of scars on my arms that I made when I was a kid,
C F G
With a disassembled disposable razor I stole from my dad,
C
When I though that suffering was something profound,
F G
That weighed down on wise heads,
Dm F Am
And not just something to be avoided, something normal people dread.
VERSE 2:
Am Em
God dammit Amy, well of course I've changed.
F G
With all the things that I've done and the places I've been
Am
I'd be a machine if I had stayed the same.
Am Em
But you're still back where we started, you haven't changed at all.
F G Am
You're still trying to live like a kid, like you can always have it all.
G C F G
You know you kind of remind me of scars on my arms that I hid as best I could,
C F G
That I covered with ink, but in the right kind of light they still bleed through,
C F G
Showing that there are some things I just can't change no matter what I do:
Dm
The tell tale signs of being used,
F Am
Of being trapped inside of you.
You're a beautiful butterfly burned with a browning 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.
Dm G C F
It's not even love any more, It's just a claim upon my soul.
Dm G C F
It stains my skin, yeah it's on my breath, and I'm ashamed to get undressed,
Dm G C F D
In front of strangers in case they see the tell tale signs you have left all over me.
G C F G
God dammit Amy. You'll always remind me of scars on my arms that I know will never fade.
C F G
And it's not like it's something I think about each and every day:
C F G
I just occasionally catch myself scratching at them, as if they'd ever go away.
Dm F
But these tell tale signs are here to stay, and in the end you know that's OK.
Dm F G Am
You will always be a part of my patched up patchwork, taped up tape deck heart.