The taste of blood has brought me back here to this pattern Familiar pieces of a friendship lay here scattered I draw a knife across my face just to get your attention And God I hate how you remind me that I'm human You’re my wing clipper I'm your confidant Maybe if I act sad enough you’ll come back to me Maybe if I stab deep enough you’ll crawl inside of me
And I hate the cold eclipse from your back turned And I hate you snuffed me out for a new lantern And I hate that you can still dance around me And what I hate most is that I still need this from you You’re my wing clipper I'm just your little confidant Maybe if I feel sad enough you’ll come back to me Oh, I need to be you’re most everything
