HEART of TATTERED SCARS, Pt. 2

Met in California with our feet cold in the sand Smoked me like a cigarette my ashes in her hands Too many scars I don't want your touch My bones turn to mush How can I care for Someone who loves me More than I ever could Pass Me By She dug holes in her heartache just to fit into my plans Discomfort in the feeling that she knows all that I am All of the time My of a touch Heart string start to flush How can I care for Someone who loves me More than I ever could Pass Me By All In Time Pass Me By