scratch

I’ve got these scratches on my arms
And I don’t know how they got there
I do know that I blanked out
A couple days ago
Scratches on my arms
And I sure hope that they felt good
'Cause I’ve got some scars left
I will watch them grow
Through my fingers, through my ribcage
Through my insides, inside my shoe
They’re my perfect little symbols
And I’ll name every one of them after you
And from now on
Teach myself not to let go
Scratches
Scratches
Scratches, they have told me so
Scratches on my arms
They were stupid, they were foolish
But I would not trade them
Not even if I could
Scratches on my arms
Are my formal education
Don’t know if they taught me
I only know they should
You were painful and degrading
Pull my innocence out like a rotten tooth
Shattered all my rosey glasses
Felt you breathing up my youth
And from now on
Teach myself not to let go
Scratches
Oh, scratches
Scratches, they have told me so
I have done to myself what you have done to me
Who has enjoyed it more? Who knows
I have done to myself what you have done to me
Who has enjoyed it more? Who knows
I have done to myself what you have done to me
Who has enjoyed it more? Who knows
I have done to myself what you have done to me
Who has enjoyed it more?
And from now on
Teach myself not to let go
Scratches
Oh, scratches
Scratches, they have told me so