(Verse 1)
Woke up this morning, same old place
But the mirror showed a different face
A roadmap drawn in silver lines
A history of bad designs
A clumsy hand, a careless fall
I see it there, I feel it all
The crimson mark, the faded hue
A permanent ghost of me and you
(Chorus)
'Cause these scars are just the papercuts from a life I didn't want to live
And these stains are just the residue of the things I had to give
I scrub and scrape 'til my knuckles bleed
Tryna wash away the dirt and greed
But they don't fade, they don't wash out
They're the only things I know about
(Verse 2)
The coffee spills a ring of brown
On the wooden floor of this silent town
A cigarette burn, a blistered wall
It's the little things that tell it all
A cracked foundation, a rusted nail
A whispered lie, a broken tale
Every blemish, every flaw
Is a broken rule, a twisted law
(Chorus)
'Cause these scars are just the papercuts from a life I didn't want to live
And these stains are just the residue of the things I had to give
I scrub and scrape 'til my knuckles bleed
Tryna wash away the dirt and greed
But they don't fade, they don't wash out
They're the only things I know about
(Bridge)
I'm wearing my mistakes on my skin
A roadmap of where I've been
They tell a story I can't hide
Of a fragile soul with nothing left inside
I try to cover them with clothes
But everyone sees what everyone knows
You can't erase what's already done
Underneath the cold, cold sun
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(Outro)
These scars… these stains…
They're all that remain…
Every mistake…
Every single ache…
They don't go away…
No, they don't go away…
(The song ends with the sound of a distorted guitar chord slowly fading into feedback.)
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