Scab in the shape of my face
A version of me falling tree
Scab in the shape of my heart
You could build a model
Of one that loved so free
Bandages on me
I'm wounded in love
Bandages I need to cut off the blood
Scabs on the skin of my knees
You're making me crawl
Back into the womb
Bandages on me
I'm wounded in love
Bandages I need to cut off the blood
Tied to that pain gripping my soul
It's starting to rain and I'm losing
Losing control