I'll take a picture on the good days To remember on the bad Yeah I got all these scrapes and bruises On my elbows and my knees They will serve as red reminders Of the sharpest shape of memories And all these cuts and scars Will lump my fingers and my hands I hold you in my arms...
On the left side of love When you round me with your body Can't get enough of this high I'm in love with this Oh Wrap your hands all around me Don't care if it's bruises bruises Love it when you lose it And I sink your fingers in my skin Swear I might just lose it Lose ...
pick your fingers from the ground i can't see what i've got to show you dress me up in bruises if i whisper to you all of my excuses well i work for my living and the marks are on my face place right now i'll get through somehow and i want to be forgiven with the battles ...