HEART OF TATTERED SCARS, Pt. 2

Met in California with our feet cold in the sand
Smoked me like a cigarette my ashes in her hands
Too many scars
I don't want your touch
My bones turn to mush
How can I care for
Someone who loves me
More than I ever could

Pass
Me
By

She dug holes in her heartache just to fit into my plans
Discomfort in the feeling that she knows all that I am
All of the time
My of a touch
Heart string start to flush
How can I care for
Someone who loves me
More than I ever could

Pass
Me
By
All
In
Time
Pass
Me
By