Verse
Your Heart’s No Longer In It, So You Use Your Hands Instead
Everybody’s Doing Lines, It’s Just That Yours Are Red
You Don’t Wanna Hurt, Just Wanna Get It Off Your Chest
Bleeding On The Tiles, Sick Of Wishing You Were Dead
Haven’t Cried A Tear Since You Started On Those Meds
Need A Little Something, Just To Take You Off The Edge
Doctor Always Tells You That There’s Brighter Days Ahead
Let Her Get Your Hopes Up, Till It Finally Rains Again
Chorus
And The Bandaids Don’t Seem To Help
And So You Cause The Wounds Yourself
Verse
The Sting You Think Fulfills You Is Compulsive In Itself
But You Can’t Seem To Get Your Fix From Doing Something Else
Ask You How You Are, And You Say That You're Doing Well
Almost Disappointed That They Couldn’t Even Tell
Chorus
And The Bandaids Don’t Seem To Help
And So You Cause The Wounds Yourself
Bridge
You Say It’s Just To Cope
Not Better, But Pretty Close
You Say It’s Just To Cope
You Think That It Makes You Whole
Chorus
And The Bandaids Don’t Seem To Help
And So You Cause The Wounds Yourself
