As you trace your fingers over the rips in my jeans, I
think about the things that made me love you at first and I
wasn't too sure about who I
was and it gets so hard sometimes to figure myself out and I
am so sorry if I
hurt you, but bruises don't heal quickly on me and I
saw his scars today and I
couldn't breathe for a minute because he was so close and I
hope he's okay and I
hope you still love me and I
hope I
can finally myself out