The needle tore a hole two nights ago,
I didn't bite my tongue.
But it stung.
And bled. Slightly.
The lines lead
to more lines,
Each was easier. Slightly.
And when I walked away for the night,
Come day I was clean.
And now I wear short sleeves.
Cause they can ask me "Did it Hurt?"
And I will say "Ask Reznor, not Cash."
Feb 5, 2014
Feb 5, 2014 at 10:31 PM UTC
The needle tore a hole two nights ago,
I didn't bite my tongue.
But it stung.
And bled. Slightly.
The lines lead
to more lines,
Each was easier. Slightly.
And when I walked away for the night,
Come day I was clean.
And now I wear short sleeves.
Cause they can ask me "Did it Hurt?"
And I will say "Ask Reznor, not Cash."
Johnny Cash made it his Own.
Cash makes it hurt from my head and my heart.
Reznor makes it hurt from my wrist and my heart.
