[Verse 1] When the skin and vessels underneath Choose the space for bruising I'm somewhere in between Clumsily pulling on the strings [Chorus] Oh, my mistakes are hardly that At the points of contact As the shades of grey grow redder I should have known better [Verse 2] Soon the pain will be wrapped up As your skin regains its hue You'll be rid of everything except me [Chorus] Oh, my mistakes are hardly that As the shades of grey grow redder I should have known That I'm only letting me get the best of me I'm only letting me get the best of me