Wounded

Every time I wear this dress
I’m back to the way I was when we met
Every time a little less
I’m not like before, hey
When you go to London next
Remember the way I was
Caught up in a useless test
That nobody grades so I never got what I thought I deserved
Girl, you got a wounded look
Give it a rest
Lay your weapon down beside my bed
Isn’t it behind you yet?
It’s not like before, hey
All abandoned hopes I have
With a best case escape plan
I remember your descent
And the only way to land
Is to crash and burn
What we do is grotesque
The pleasure we get, filling up a poison well of revenge
Every time I wear this dress
I’m back to the way I was when we met
Every time a little less
I’m not like before, hey
That’s what we all say
That’s what we all say
I remember your descent
And the only way to land
Is to crash and burn