The Band-Aid Song

You evil band-aid, you are a jerk
You made it better, then you made it hurt
You promised that you’d keep me safe
From all the world around us, put the smile on my face
So I ripped you off- off of my leg
So I ripped you off- I was afraid
I thought that I was healing fine
You got me drunk on your promises like that cheap box of wine
And yet at first I didn’t mind
But now you won’t let go
You won’t let go, oh-oh
Of my skin
I should have never trusted you
You weren’t brand-name, just brand-new
You promised me that I’d get well
That’s just a lie, you can go to hell