INTRO: Am Em F G Am VERSE 1: Am Em God dammit Amy, we're not kids anymore. F G You can't just keep waltzing out of my life, Am Leaving clothes on my bedroom floor. Am Em Like nothing really matters, like pain doesn't hurt. F G Am You should be more to me by now than just heartbreak in a short skirt.VERSE 2: Am Em God dammit Amy, well of course I've changed. F G With all the things that I've done and the places I've been Am I'd be a machine if I had stayed the same. Am Em But you're still back where we started, you haven't changed at all. F G Am You're still trying to live like a kid, like you can always have it all.G C F G You kind of remind me of scars on my arms that I made when I was a kid, C F G With a disassembled disposable razor I stole from my dad, C When I though that suffering was something profound, F G That weighed down on wise heads, Dm F Am And not just something to be avoided, something normal people dread.You're a beautiful butterfly burned with a browning iron, Onto my outsides into my insides as a simple sign: To show off your ownership. Burned into my naked skin, Onto my outsides into my insides. Dm G C F It's not even love any more, It's just a claim upon my soul. Dm G C F It stains my skin, yeah it's on my breath, and I'm ashamed to get undressed, Dm G C F D In front of strangers in case they see the tell tale signs you have left all over me.G C F G You know you kind of remind me of scars on my arms that I hid as best I could, C F G That I covered with ink, but in the right kind of light they still bleed through, C F G Showing that there are some things I just can't change no matter what I do: Dm The tell tale signs of being used, F Am Of being trapped inside of you.G C F G God dammit Amy. You'll always remind me of scars on my arms that I know will never fade. C F G And it's not like it's something I think about each and every day: C F G I just occasionally catch myself scratching at them, as if they'd ever go away. Dm F But these tell tale signs are here to stay, and in the end you know that's OK. Dm F G Am You will always be a part of my patched up patchwork, taped up tape deck heart.