He left a card, a bar of soap and a
scrub-bing brush next to a note that said,
'use these down to your bones'.
And be-fore I knew, I had shi-ny skin and it
felt ea-sy be-ing clean like him I thought,
this one knows bet-ter than I do.
A tri-an-gle try'n to squeeze through a cir -cle.
He tried to cut me so I'd fit.
And does-n't that sound fa-mi- liar?
Does-n't that hit too close to home?
Does-n't that make you shiv- er,
the way things could- 've gone?
And does-n't it feel pe-cu- liar
when ev-'ry one wants a lit- tle more?
So that I do re-mem- ber to ne-ver go that far,
could you leave me with a scar?
So the next one came with a bag of treats
She smelled like su-gar and spoke like the
sea and she told me, 'don't trust them trust me'.
Then she pulled at my stit-ches one by one,
looked at my in-sides click-ing her tounge and said
'This will all have to come un-done'.
A tri-an-gle try'n to squeeze through a cir -cle.
She tried to blunt me so I'd fit.
And does-n't that sound fa-mi- liar?
Does-n't that hit too close to home?
Does-n't that make you shiv- er,
the way things could- 've gone?
And does-n't it feel pe-cu- liar
when ev-'ry one wants a lit- tle more?
So that I do re-mem- ber to ne-ver go that far,
could you leave me with a scar?
And I real-ised just in time, al-though my old self was hard to find
You can bathe me in your fin-est wine but I'll ne-ver give you mine.
Cause I'm a lit-tle bit tired of fear-ing that I'll be the bad fruit that no-bo-dy buys.
Tell me, did you think we'd all dream the same?
And does-n't that sound fa-mi- liar?
Does-n't that hit too close to home?
Does-n't that make you shiv- er,
the way things could- 've gone?
And does-n't it feel pe-cu- liar
when ev-'ry one wants a lit- tle more?
So that I do re-mem- ber to ne-ver go that far,
could you leave me with a scar?
Could you leave me with a scar?
Could you leave me with a scar?
Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh
