Cutting a clean cut, make a mess and go home.
I've found you out many lives ago, knowing that my pride will be
to blame for the stains I left before leaving.
It's like I'm saying please don't forget me
I'll be back. I half promise you that.
Cleanest cut that does not demand me to come clean.
All I did was a plea for things to change and I couldn't
quite pinpoint if it's guilt or pity or fear that's talking.
