rooftop harmonies

Look at me, I’m so scarred, but I never got to taste it

I hit and I clawed and I stabbed and I killed,

But all that time was wasted.

And now these scars, they won’t go away.

They stay, forever part of my ugly face.

And I pray that I could forget what made me this way.

Cuz love made me this way,

Not the real thing, but it cheap imitation.

Like I paid for a Rembrandt, but got a Salvation

Army poster print in a broken frame with stains on it.

But you get what you give, I suppose,

And I fought for love like this was a war,

So it’s no surprise that what I got back

Was broken trust and a heart attack.