Some scars are not meant to be mended
Like warnings inside of my mind
Inscribed, so I'll always remember,
'Bout things that I will never have
A heart that still beats,
A soul that believes,
The skin that remember the touch of your lips
The lungs full of air,
Some words to confess,
A tongue that could dance on the curves of your flesh
Night will show
Where we'll glow
Except this one thing that I want,
Except this one thing that I need,
Except this one thing that I love,
All is mine
I wish that those scars could be mended,
I wish that they could let me go
So I could at least lose my battles,
And face all this shit that I own
A heart that won't beat,
And no soul as such,
The blood on my hands from these wounds that I scratch
The lungs full of ash,
Words I can't proclaim,
And wrists tied with ropes made of passion and shame
Night will show
Where we'll glow
Except this one thing that I want,
Except this one thing that I need,
Except this one thing that I love,
All is mine
The city lights won't follow me along the paper streets
And as the lanterns cried with mist, I build my house of ink
I wanted all
(The city lights won't follow me along the paper streets)
Now all is mine
(And as the lanterns cried with mist, I build my house of ink)
Night will show
Where we'll glow
Except this one thing that I want,
Except this one thing that I need,
Except this one thing that I love,
All is mine
Into the darkness and decay,
With lipstick you're drawing my way
Where of those things I've proudly done,
I need none
