Some scars are not meant to be mended
Like warnings inside of my mind
Inscribed, so I'll always remember
'Bout things that I will never have

A heart that still beats
A soul that believes
The skin that remember the touch of your lips
The lungs full of air
Some words to confess
A tongue that could dance on the curves of your flesh

Night will show
Where we'll glow
Except this one thing that I want
Except this one thing that I need
Except this one thing that I love
All is mine

I wish that those scars could be mended
I wish that they could let me go
So I could at least lose my battles
And face all this shit that I own

A heart that won't beat
And no soul as such
The blood on my hands from these wounds that I scratch
The lungs full of ash
Words I can't proclaim
And wrists tied with ropes made of passion and shame

Night will show
Where we'll glow
Except this one thing that I want
Except this one thing that I need
Except this one thing that I love
All is mine

The city lights won't follow me along the paper streets
And as the lanterns cried with mist
I build my house of ink

I wanted all
(The city lights won't follow me along the paper streets)
Now all is mine
(And as the lanterns cried with mist
I build my house of ink)

Night will show
Where we'll glow
Except this one thing that I want
Except this one thing that I need
Except this one thing that I love
All is mine

Into the darkness and decay
With lipstick you're drawing my way
Where of those things I've proudly done
I need none