I can still feel your breath on my neck and
I can still feel your hands on my face
It’s like poking the bruises I can’t remember how I got
Tender and painful
You tell me how happy you are traveling the world
How happy she makes you but
You still have a tattoo of me and
I wish I could cut it off piece by piece
I wish I couldn’t remember the curl in your hair
I wish I couldn’t remember your hands on my legs
I just want to sleep but
It’s so **** hot and I can’t stop touching my bruises and
I’m still so **** mad