| on a journey to cleanse from his body a scar it's now or never i keep telling myself pulling off the bandages from the ghosts of friendships past this summer left you breathless and coming in last i saw you tonight and your arms looked bruised i guess you've been pulling off band-aids too i guess some people just don't know the worth of their own arms this august i met a boy who was more friendly than the taste of beer eyes giving off life from traveling for years he was quick to contend and quick to forget and the scars haven't quite healed themselves yet and scars on your arms is the worst way to die it's now or never i keep telling myself so i'm leaving for just as long as it takes to forget the apathy that suburbia makes and i'll leave with my heart and i'll bend when it breaks and i'll stick to roads that flow like my veins cause scars on your heart is the worst way to die |