You say that you feel lucky, you feel lucky
And I’m laughing to myself
‘Cause I’m surrounded by a mess I made
In a panicked sort of empty day dream
And you’re picking at my open wounds
And I feel a certain type of special
I’ve never felt before
Maybe you’re selfish
Or maybe this is just how it works
Are these just lies we tell ourselves
That if we dig a little deeper, it’ll get better, it’ll get better
Yeah these are lies we tell ourselves
You ask for my eyes when we talk about this
But all I want
Is just your goddamn attention, your goddamn attention
I’m jealous of the way you sleep beside me so easily
And you’re less afraid to trust because your arms still work
‘Cause I’m paralyzed in a mess I blame
Myself for almost entirely
I’m picking at my open wounds
And I feel a certain type of broken
That I’ve never felt before
Maybe I’m selfish
Maybe this is just how it works
You’re gonna leave scars
When you go
I’m gonna leave scars
When I throw
When I throw this, throw this all away
You’re gonna leave scars
When you go
I don’t want to throw
Throw this all away