Razorblade - Blue October

In the day by day collision

Called the art of growing up

There’s an innocence we look for in the stars

To be taken back to younger days

When there was no giving up

On the people we held closest to our hearts

Yeah, it is you that I remember in that glowing

It is you that took my first away from me

It is you I set my standards to, to every walk of life

I haven’t met another you since you were with me

A brief bout with a razorblade cut me

I freaked out, thinking people didn’t love me

I watched closely as the you I knew forgot me

In letting go, I am so proud of what I’ve done

In a way, I failed religion

I spit the wine from mouth to cup

And I reached for something more than just your God

Uncle, you spared not your children

And while your praying hands are up

There’s no forgiveness for you!

You sick fuck!

It is you that I remember in their bedroom

It is you that took their first away from them

It is you they set their standards to

You wounded them for life

You were a preacher and suppose to be above men

Sing with me

A brief bout with a razorblade cut me

I freaked out, thinking people didn’t love me

I watched closely as the you I knew forgot me

In letting go, I am so proud of what I’ve done