[Produced By Rich Costey] [Verse 1] God damn it, Amy! We're not kids any more You can't just keep waltzing out of my life Leaving clothes on my bedroom floor Like nothing really matters Like pain doesn't hurt You should mean more to me by now Than just heartbreak and a short skirt [Chorus 1] You kind of remind me of scars on my arms That I made, when I was a kid With a disa**embled disposable razor I stole from my dad When I thought that suffering something Profound that weighed down on wise heads Not just something to be avoided Something normal people dread [Verse 2] Well God damn it, Amy! Well of course I've changed! With all the things that I've done and the places I've been I'd be a machine if I'd stayed the same You're still back where we started You haven't changed at all Yeah you're still trying to live like a kid Like you could always have it all [Chorus 2] You know you kind of remind me of scars on my arms That I hid as best I could That I covered with ink, but in the right kind of light They still bleed through Showing that there are some things that I just cannot change No matter what I do The tell tale signs of being used Of being trapped inside of you [Bridge] You're a beautiful bu*terfly Burned with a branding iron Onto my outside, into my insides Is a simple sign To show off your ownership Burned into my naked skin Onto my outside, into my insides [Verse 3] It's not even love anymore! It's just a claim upon my soul It stains my skin, yeah, and it's on my breath And I'm ashamed to get undressed In front of strangers, in case they see The tell tale signs that you have left all over me God damn it, Amy! [Chorus 3] You'll always remind me of scars on my arms That I know will never fade And it's not like it's something I think about each And every day I just occasionally catch myself scratching at them As if they'd ever go away But these tell tale signs are here to stay And in the end, you know, that's OK Because you will always be a part Of my patched up, patchwork, taped up tape deck heart