When I was a kid I never ripped a Band-Aid off
I'd peel it slow 'cause I was scared to hurt myself again
When I became a young man breaking up with friends and girlfriends
I'd still stretch it out unable just to let it end
Now I still have sticky things adhering near where it would sting
Those tarry rings
The skin is scarred not glistening
Now I don't regret the pain that stuck the Band-Aids to my veins
But late I wonder maybe I faked listening
I would rather you be the wound than the Band-Aid
One is true
One's a blank slate
Stick around
Even if we do need to move on
I can't take going through my own trash babe
The things I found
On the whole I love my silly life
A more focused grip on the kitchen knife
No open nicks
A different slice of me slips and falls
Now that every stitch is tied
Don't need to feel that kick inside
I play my song and sing with pride
Still miss you all
I would rather you be the wound than the Band-Aid
One is true
One's a blank slate
Stick around
Even if we do need to move on
I can't take going through my own trash babe
The things I found
I'm sure it hurts you too
I'm a human empty man cave
A callback rooted in a better planned age
A missing sound
A text from out of the blue means a new box of Band-Aids
That I'll use 'cause your brand name trips me out
I would rather you be the wound than the Band-Aid
One is true
One's a blank slate
Stick around
Even if we do need to move on
I can't take going through my own trash babe
The things I found
I'm sure it hurts you too
I'm a human empty man cave
A callback rooted in a better planned age
A missing sound
A text from out of the blue means a new box of Band-Aids
That I'll use 'cause your brand name trips me out