There will be fire
There will be smoking
Almost 12 years along...
How could it be?
So haunted
You're so haunted lately
You're tearing through your skin
How could it be?
There's 12 stitches down your arm
Over top of the old scars
Live and let go
The black thread crosses your arm
Over top of the old
Live and let go
Your doctor says it's time
For something new
And I couldn't agree more than I do
So haunted
You're so haunted lately
And the valium wears off
Like everything