| I see the slashes on your legs |
| And the smile on your face again |
| Blood is drying on your fingernails |
| Laughing at something that I said |
| Were you still sitting 'hind the stairs |
| With the new boy in your hair when I left? |
| You seem to recognize my face |
| But my hands feel like somebody else’s |
| I blanked last night when you told me |
| I blanked last night when you told me twice |
| I blanked last night when you told me |
| I blanked last night when you told me twice |
| You cut your hair off with a blade |
| Didn’t want a single trace, that poor girl |
| The water couldn’t get you clean |
| So you burned your skin instead with the curl (You live in your hell) |
| I watched an angel cut the sky |
| Feathers plucked from flight (Just to torture yourself) |
| And she sunk right through the ground |
| From colossal heights (Tell me, what could I do?) |
| When she cried out for my name |
| I didn’t hesitate (The moment when the flies fell) |
| I screamed, «I cannot be your saint |
| I know you can’t be saved» |
| I blanked last night when you told me |
| I blanked last night when you told me twice |
| I blanked last night when you told me |
| I blanked last night when you told me twi— |
| I blanked last night when you told me |
| I blanked last night when you told me twice |
| I blanked last night when you told me |
| I blanked last night when you told me twice |