Ink Under My Skin

Had a rope in my room, had a note on the desk

Mama almost read it, yeah I folded that mess

Scrolling through the names, but my thumb went numb

How I got this far still a question mark, huh

Bathroom mirror, eyes like a crime scene

Thoughts in a circle, nothing in between

Then the needle hit skin, heard the buzz like a scream

Turned my pain to a line, turned that line to a theme

Tattoo is therapy, write it where it hurt me

Let the ink burn slow, so the past can’t bury me

Survival of suicide, I’m breathing in the afterlife

Every scar I underline

Tattoo is therapy, therapy, therapy

Survival of suicide, I’m living out the other side

Every dot, every shade, that’s a night I stayed

When the world went gray, but my heart misbehaved

Put my worst on my wrist where I see it each day

So the ghost in my chest gotta look in my face

Yeah, my cousin ain’t wake, got a date on my ribs

So his name never fades like the breath that he missed

People ask what it means, I just lift up my chin

Say, “That’s the proof I was gone, that’s the proof I’m still in” (still in)

Tattoo is therapy, write it where it hurt me

Let the ink burn slow, so the past can’t bury me

Survival of suicide, I’m breathing in the afterlife

Every scar I underline

Tattoo is therapy, therapy, therapy

Survival of suicide, I’m living out the other side

I was one bad night from a headline

Now I’m one more line from a lifeline (lifeline)

If I ever slip back in that dark mind

I just trace that art, that’s my archive

Tattoo is therapy, write it where it hurt me

Let the ink burn slow, so the past can’t bury me

Survival of suicide, I’m breathing in the afterlife

Every scar I underline

Tattoo is therapy, therapy, therapy

Survival of suicide, I’m living out the other side (yeah)