Scars

I’m barely conscious and still feel the pain,
With a heavy conscience and pouring down rain,
It’s the last commitment to a broken down thing,
And I could pin this all on your name.
There’s a page between us written in blood,
It says love is futile and distance is good,
So it takes an author to know where you’re standing,
And I believe you’d leave if you could.
And if the scars around my neck girl mean nothing,
Let the battle recommence if you still care,
And if the words that you have written mean you’re sorry,
Then why am I still leaving our home, I don’t know.
On each occasion I carried you home,
And you ask politely to be on your own,
And you made the promise to never get stoned,
The things you do to get yourself some.
And if the scars around my neck girl mean nothing,
Let the battle recommence if you still care,
And if the words that you have written mean you’re sorry,
Then why am I still leaving our home.
So let me go,
I will soon be the king and all I
want is to hunt while you’re fighting,
And all is the boy with the voice and he screams just keep
me safe, keep me young, keep me faithful, keep me faithful.
And if the scars around my neck girl mean nothing,
Let the battle recommence if you still care,
And if the words that you have written mean you’re sorry,
Then why am I still leaving our home, I don’t know,
I don’t know, and I don’t know, and I don’t know.