Bill Ryder-Jones
Yawn
Those scars
All those senseless scars
My worst parts were when you're gone
And the endless screaming dark
Does it work?
Does it start the things that hurt?
How much and how often?
Can it really be worth it?
All the stinging and wincing
Oh, you know how the truth works
And for whatever it's worth
Don't be scared, don't be scared
I love you, I love you