You know that scar that you have The one on your right hand On the soft spot between your thumb and your pointer finger That one
I remember when you cut yourself I remember hoping that it would leave a big scar One of the ones people notice And ask you about
Because I knew this was too good to last You would grow bored And look for someone new
I knew that
And I hoped that when your new girl asked you how you got that scar The one on your right hand On the soft spot between your thumb and your pointer finger
You would look at it Think of me Think of my family Think of Christmas Think about my smile And the way I loved you
You would look at it With a pain in your chest And say you don't remember