Tell Tale Signs

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 love not even 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