softscars

In the garden of your mind It's dark and prickly, sweet and sticky Just like honey overflows The rotten flesh of my own carcass A fallen angel thirsty for The blood and gore, a painful sore When I miss you, I sleep it through Just so I don't have to think of you It's too hard for me to let go of you Though I tried to forget you I really did try, I sleep Little creep, you make me weep I promise you I did as much as I could do You stabbed me right in the chest And made me bleed, and made me wet With my own blood, drained with love It's pastel pink, it's sweet, I think? In the garden of your mind It's dark and prickly, sweet and sticky Just like honey overflows The rotten flesh of my own carcass All this love I have for you has made soft scars All this love has cut me like a blade, softscars I can't forget you, just go away, softscars I can't love you like you love me, babe Softscars Soft Softscars