"Scars on My Face"
[AMERICAN WOLVES: Jack Hectør Wolf • Michaela Maria Watson]
Somebody, please bring holy water
We're just going to need it
You can be an angel, even if you don't have a halo
Feed yourself with other's faith, and don't let go of being gracious
You can be a devil, even if you don't have horns
Bring the bad news, and count the people you have to haunt
Say my name before it gets bitter in your lips
I won't let anything we said be used against me
Old and new handwritten all over my fucking floor
Do you realize how much it is to be this sore?
Ocean tides cracking over my messed head
Oh, Lord, don't save me, You sent me all those signs
And after all, I still managed to find a way out
Don't tell me all things I never wanted to know
Two troubled souls were left alone in an empty house
Fingers intertwined for a moment, with polaroids all over now
These memories are like knives, marked scars on my face
Take me to a place where the lights go down
We've been part of the darkness, without figuring something out
Scratch the walls to get away, like you were scratching scars on my face
Hope you understand my fragility today
Hope you remember the sandcastles we built on that days
Hope you rest your feelings in peace six feet under
Hope you forget the promises I once made
Did I break your heart? Show me your scars
Did I let you down? Where do you wanna be found?
Maybe it's too late to ask for me to come back
You should've done it when you weren't out of your head
My love, we all wear masks that need to break down
Take off yours before you stop living for the fake things
My love, we're all chained to our worst parts
So throw out your reputation before being killed by the fake things
Two troubled souls were left alone in an empty house
Fingers intertwined for a moment, with polaroids all over now
These memories are like knives, marked scars on my face
Take me to a place where the lights go down
We've been part of the darkness, without figuring something out
Scratch the walls to get away, like you were scratching scars on my face
The scars on our faces don't lie, they tell stories, my dear
The scars on our faces show how fucking sad we have been
Welcome to The Broken Hearts Club, where everyone looks happier
When, in fact, no one escapes from doing everything just to feel better
Two troubled souls were left alone in an empty house
Fingers intertwined for a moment, with polaroids all over now
These memories are like knives, marked scars on my face
Take me to a place where the lights go down
We've been part of the darkness, without figuring something out
Scratch the walls to get away, like you were scratching scars on my face
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American Woods
PoetryA project of two sides, "American Woods" will be the first collaborative album of poems written and produced by Jack Wolf and Michaela Watson. Its A-side, featuring 10 tracks, was released in September 12, 2018 and touches on themes such as politica...
