And every time you said to me the future couldn't touch us
I fell asleep into your arms like words could not be broken
You whispered something in my ear that I have now forgotten
Keep scratching the surface but I never win
The skin gets thinner over time
And bruises are just special blood
That you care more about for a while
But underneath is the wasteland that never heals
The true story of hidden castles and witches and ghosts walking away in the night
And my aspirin filled head which is the only evidence I have
That this really happened
The days feel shorter as the memories eat the last parts of everything
The skin got thinner as I scratched
The skin got thinner as I scratched the surface
The skin got thinner as I scratched
The skin got thinner as I scratched the surface
The skin got thinner as I scratched