scratch - Shrug

I’ve got these scratches on my arms

And I don’t know how they got there

I do know that I blanked out

A couple days ago

Scratches on my arms

And I sure hope that they felt good

'Cause I’ve got some scars left

I will watch them grow

Through my fingers, through my ribcage

Through my insides, inside my shoe

They’re my perfect little symbols

And I’ll name every one of them after you

And from now on

Teach myself not to let go

Scratches

Scratches

Scratches, they have told me so

Scratches on my arms

They were stupid, they were foolish

But I would not trade them

Not even if I could

Scratches on my arms

Are my formal education

Don’t know if they taught me

I only know they should

You were painful and degrading

Pull my innocence out like a rotten tooth

Shattered all my rosey glasses

Felt you breathing up my youth

And from now on

Teach myself not to let go

Scratches

Oh, scratches

Scratches, they have told me so

I have done to myself what you have done to me

Who has enjoyed it more?

Who knows

I have done to myself what you have done to me

Who has enjoyed it more?

Who knows

I have done to myself what you have done to me

Who has enjoyed it more?

Who knows

I have done to myself what you have done to me

Who has enjoyed it more?

And from now on

Teach myself not to let go

Scratches

Oh, scratches

Scratches, they have told me so