Under the Knife
This is the song I’m too scared to writeBut some of you may need it tonight
Oh there you were, heart made of glassfragile little thing, shattered too fasttried to pick the pieces up up upand that’s the way you first got cut cut cut
Devil drew you in, you didn’t let it showdidn’t want the others to ever have to knowthat you were getting hooked on up up upand all you had to do was cut cut cut
You carved a special place for your painso it came back to hurt you every nightyou closed your eyes and wished it all awayuntil you disappeared under the knife
You knew the deal, no one gives a damnjust another needy kid, sob story in handkeep your secrets covered up up upwe don’t need another cut cut cut
But you couldn’t hide a heart made of glassYou put yourself together with all the strength you hadYou were finally fed up up upfinally had to scream enough
You carved a special place for your painso it came back to hurt you every nightyou closed your eyes and wished it all awayuntil you disappeared under the knife
Listen- I know it’s simplified from the other sideit’s easy to gloss over all the messy reasons whyand it’s easy to forget where you’ve beenI guess that’s what the scars are for, huh?
When we were 15 we wouldn’t dare let that shit be seenbut now it seems mutalation’s gone mainstreamI see you at my shows, scarred up from head to toelike there’s no point even trying not to let it show
Cause we all know, emo kids like to hurt themselvestoo many feelings and not enough self controland I mean, does this mess any of the rest of youit’s an epidemic and we’re cool with it, don’t question it
But it bothers me, our scars are currency by which we’re measuredlike let the record show who let it slip and who held it togethercutters and burners and honorable mentionsposers who still cut themselves up for the attention
I don’t care your intentions, I just want you to knowmy self-hatred never took me where I wanted to goand at the end of the day, you know I still had to facethat I can pick at the pain, but can’t cut it away
and you know what else I can’t do is give you ten good reasons not toI’ve racked my brain for clever sayings of all the things you ought to doBut you know, I think if there was something I could sayThey’d have thrown it on a brochure- and sent you on your way
So I’ll keep doing what I always do: drag my heart to the piano and make it sing for youI’ll keep doing what I always do: drag my heart to the piano and let it sing for you
Drag my heart to the piano and let it sing for you