Just hand me the knife
This wound is much too clean
You clearly haven’t done this much
Take it from an old pro
Make sure to pass the salt
so that I may suffer more
I haven’t dwelled on it enough
Until I overanalyze
each and every little step
to find all the small mistakes
that I can pile up
to bury myself underneath
I have to make sure
to focus in with pure precision
on each and every reminder
of exactly what I’m missing now
and have been missing now for months
because my life just isn’t right
without more than a little pain
Jab it all in deep
and just when it all starts to heal
I’ll find my way back to those thoughts
I’ll hear something or come across
some little piece of what once was
tear the scab away in time
and pour a little more on
Of everything I’ve ever lost
it’s you I miss the most
It’s you I can’t let go of
It’s you that I regret so much
The albatross around my neck
The light from which I cannot hide
The beauty that reveals the truth
of how ugly I’ve always felt
It’s you
and after all this time
I fear it always will be
The edge is dull
but it still cuts
as you can plainly see
