Bandages

Scab in the shape of my face A version of me Falling free Scab in the shape of my heart You could build a model Of one that loved so free Bandages on me I'm wounded in love Bandages I need To cut off the blood To cut off the blood Scabs on the skin of my knees You're making me crawl Back into the womb Bandages on me I'm wounded in love Bandages I need To cut off the blood Tied to that pain gripping my soul It's starting to rain and I'm losing Losing control Bandages on me I'm wounded in love Bandages I need To cut off the blood Tied to that pain gripping my soul It's starting to rain and I'm losing Losing control