I've been bleeding well
From this old wound
Cleaning it with salt
So it will still feel new

Sometimes eyes turn black
Sometimes scars are tracks
But everytime you're gone
I wish you'd come back

Everyone watched me waste myself
Everyone cheered at last
All of them found it comforting
It's better it's me than you

I think I'm doing well from what they say
They've taken both my belt, and shoelaces away
I believe in luck,
I think I do
But I'll believe for sure
If ever I see you

I've been fanning flames from these old coals
Feeding numb with tender
And hoping they will grow
I've been savoring what I can't hold
My blind belief in goodness
It doesn't seem to show

I've been bleeding well
From this old wound
Cleaning it with salt
So it will still feel new

(to my two best friends. you have helped me get through so much,
heal, grow, learn, and love. i will always be grateful for you, and i will
ALWAYS love you. you are the air i breathe. thank you.)