The Scars On Your Arms

I found you in my peripheral the other day Thought I had scrubbed you out, but i was wrong And I hear that I'm off your radar but I can't believe that Or I won't believe that Cause you were like a drug dealer Dealing listening ears and crying shoulders Dealing blood and tears and sly winks But you never shoot your own junk Just made sure we were all buying And now I still can't drive by 12th and D Without trying to remember Who got cuffed to the porch rail Cause they were getting outta hand Or that night you pointed your claw at me And marked me for your own You'd always tell me that I knew why I knew the reason didn't I Abd I was too scared to tell you no No, sorry, man, I didn't know Still don't But I still can't drive past Java Jazz Or where it used it be Without seeing you rock out to The Sickness for the thousandth time When everybody else got clean of you, I was the one who still had the shakes It took six people to talk me down Open my eyes It took bolt cutters to sever those strings And now I'm standing by myself, bleeding into this wine glass for no real reason Guess I'll put on a band aid and start walking Might as well put down the blades and start walking That's all I've ever known how to do Just sew it up and move on But I think you know why I still can't walk the railroad tracks without casting glances to my back To see if you're still there You're not But you knew that Maybe we'll see face to face again sine day, But we'll sure never bleed vein to vein again someday And I think you know why And maybe someday I'll walk down 14th without looking up to the balcony reminding myself that time-turners aren't real I guess I still hold on because I know that when I finally let it go, it'll be gone And all the time I spent working my way to your right hand will have been a waste but even if I can't abide the vampiric twinkle in your eye I know that somehow I'm still under your skin In your veins I know that our book is still open like a wound Like the scars on your arm And before I slap on the band aid and walk away I guess I just need to say That I'll never walk down the railroad tracks again without tossing a glance over my shoulder Wishing you were still there