Bacchae Open Wound
Do you think my heart
Is an open wound
For you to rub
Your salt into?
Do you think my love
Is a prize at best;
A badge to wear
Upon your chest?
I think about it all the time
When I'm without you I feel fine
I think about it every day
I'm busy planning my escape
Do you think my trust
Is for you to use?
And because I'm young
I'll take your abuse?
Do you think I'm dumb
I'll never see the truth?
I'd always stick around
I could but what's the use
I think about it all the time
When I'm without you I feel fine
I think about it every day
I'm busy planning my escape
Pleasure's got me like a fever
But it's cooler when you leave
Teasing, hurting, undercutting
When I'm without you
I can breathe
All these feelings you inspire
You're the reason I am low
Leaving everything in chaos
Broken everywhere you go
I think about it all the time
When I'm without you I feel fine
I think about it every day
I'm busy planning my escape
