Hey Mercy - Gouge Away

Do I give up my fingerprints in spite trying to wash my hands of you?

You’d be happy if they were scraped raw

Can’t put myself together at all

Every day is a struggle trying to unlearn the traits you’ve embedded

And you’d prefer it best if you could chalk up my identity to jealousy

But you begged god for Mercy

Just to find that she is me

You’ll be calling me an artist by the way I draw blood