Scratches - KYTE

Choke it up the orange kind, I will not be by your side

Met him once before but now he’s gone

Picturesque in solitude, unfortunately full of you

Harmful to the point of moving on

Another heartbeat, waking up the whole street

I was never much, for hopeless carry on

When the scar bleeds, wait until you can’t scream

I won’t be the last, so watch me take this home

Somewhere else instead

I’ll always be the one to, hope for

Scratches on your legs

It’s okay, it’s okay

Sitting in the lovers chair, oblivious to modern care

Medical and personal abuse

We can snap the ligaments, into place in time and space

Laughter and the sound of cutting loose

Another heartbeat, waking up the whole street

I was never much, for hopeless carry on

When the scar bleeds, wait until you can’t scream

I won’t be the last, so watch me take this home

Somewhere else instead

I’ll always be the one to, hope for

Scratches on your legs

It’s okay, it’s okay

Somewhere else instead

I’ll always be the one to, hope for

Scratches on your legs

It’s okay, it’s okay